O Come, O Come

Emmanuel... God with us.  He chose to visit us, to help us.  He came to save us from death and darkness, from ourselves.  But that's not all... he came to save us into a life with him, a life of light.

And, guess what?  There's no required precursor to a relationship with him.  You don't have to have your ducks in a row. You don't have to have your act together. You don't have to ace theology before becoming friends with this man.

How do I know?  Because he counted it a privilege to leave his throne and be born in the muck and mess of human-ness in a barn.  Of all places, a barn.  There were no pine boughs over the doorway or sweets on a pretty plate.  There was no soft music or scent of hot spice cider there.  It's possible that the stalls hadn't even been cleaned out that day.  To say that the manger was not worthy is an unimaginable understatement.



So we prepare our homes for the holidays... most of us theme decorate more than any other time of the year.  We clean (or not).  We bake.  We host.  We shop.  We prepare for arrivals.  



Our hearts do not deserve his presence any more than that feeding trough (no matter how clean and sweetsmelling).  But still he comes to help us.  He says that he loves us right where we are as much as he ever will.  And in that love we are accepted and secure.  Our Emmanuel.  He is with us.

Wishing you a very Merry Christmas!

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Nesting Place