Sometimes I imagine there must be a green room in heaven. Some place where the Father, Son and Spirit can step away from all the cherubiming and seraphiming and angel racket and just be the three of them.

I'm not sure what passes for a moment for an eternal being.

There is nothing about decibels, sound frequencies or even the unique combining of vowels and consonants that accounts for the response within me to worship music.

The group of seven year olds pushed and jostled each other like puppies trying to get close to their mother. 

That electric sparkle that charges the atmosphere of the homes of children in those days of preparation for Christmas, was evident in that home that snowy December evening.

I had a hard time getting to church today.

My life is so meaningless. I wake up in the morning incapable of providing a reason to get out of bed.

That must have been a weird conversation.

I sat across the table from him. I could tell this wasn't a normal Passover meal.

The flicker of the single candle was reflected in the eyes of the birthday boy. His attempts to fulfill the encouragement to “blow out the candle” succeeded in only a slight quiver in the flame.

For a minute, think of 2018 as a room we are about to enter.

On any given day, CNN will bring you, in graphic detail, tragedies from around the globe.

So easy, at this time of year, to have Christmas just pass me by.

According to one Internet report, almost a dozen people worldwide were won over to the sport of curling during this year’s Winter Olympics.

Tuesday evening of this past week found me crowded into a gym filled with proud parents waiting to see their children perform in the school’s annual Christmas program.

Hold your breath. Everyone else is.