Whether one is a Christian, of another faith, or of none, we have all benefited from growing up in a country still saturated in Christian assumptions. Christmas is the best illustration of that.
Mark Vickers writes in a sober, unsensational style, yet produces something surprising or even bizarre on almost every page.
The former Cabinet minister, who went to prison for perjury, explains why, as a prison chaplain, he is happier than he has ever been.
One virtue of democracy is that it does not give special prominence to the loudest people in judging the mood of a crowd.
The tyrant’s spiritual descendants have had rather a good year. But the point of these festivities is that their triumph isn’t indefinite.
I expect that in the not too distant future there will be more Muslims who believe in Jesus’s virgin birth than Christians; indeed, the crossover point may have been reached.