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Meetings, messes, school schedules, homework, dirty floors,
dishes to wash, toys to pick up; it doesn’t feel like Christmas.
A new girl in town, body swollen with child, doubled over,
ready to give birth, young husband by her side; it doesn’t sound like a holy
invasion.
Love your neighbor, turn the other cheek, give to Caesar
what is Caesar’s, humble yourselves; it didn’t sound like a revolution.
Blessed are the meek, the humble, those who hunger and
thirst, those who are persecuted and belittled; it doesn’t sound like salvation.
They were looking for a Savior. A political hero to rescue
them from their oppression. Someone to get them out of the horrible mess they
were in.
What they got was the babe in the manger. Emanuel, God with
us, not a savior from our circumstances, but God walking beside us, in the
middle of our mess.
Emanuel,
God,
The WORD,
The Light of the world,
With us….
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