There is nostalgia. And there is memory. Sometimes the two intersect and the experience is transporting. For one evening, in the midst of mayhem and tragedy, I was transported to a better place and time – alone in New York, a seedy hotel and a sandwich with apple pie. That memory is a perfect seasonal gift.
Inaccuracy abounds when journalists refuse to incorporate God into their questions, hear about God in the answers, or report on God's intent in their articles.