Holy Family Hospital prides itself on welcoming every expectant mother, without taking into account religious background, nationality or the ability to pay.

This year, I barely recognized Bethlehem, the city I know so well.

During Jerusalem’s lockdown, my family saw the Holy Land—and each other—with new eyes.

I had traveled to Iraq to hear more about how this man had survived, a Catholic priest rescued by his Muslim friend. He would tell me that story, too.

We bring our hearts with us to Bethlehem. This is what Christmas means.