I have, over the years, come to the conclusion that there are two different Christmases -- the cultural Christmas, with its presents and parties and television specials, and the religious Christmas, that which springs from the life of the Church.  My time with the words of Bruce Epperly and Howard Thurman have convinced me that there is a third, never-spoken-of Christmas, the one that knows no time or place, the one that waits to be born in you and me and in this world each and every day: Where refugees seek deliverance that never comes, And the heart consumes itself, if it would live, Where little children age before their…