Thank you, Father, for sending your word made flesh to that smelly Bethlehem stable. Your odd, nearly unbelievable advent. Your lethal weapon against this world’s destructive ruler. A soft-skinned flailing infant. Your weakness stronger than our strength.
At this season, may we receive again the wonder of this offer. May we recognize that stable’s glory. The beginning of the end of destruction. May your rule and reign come. May your creative, healing will be done. In every heart, in every home, in every city, in every nation, in all the world. Yes. So be it.