God comes naked and needy and it makes no human sense except God in the full weight of glory might crush us and God as a Babe, vulnerable and scandalously helpless, He draws all the weak and the limping near without fear.
It’s really possible that Love might carry swaddled Deity in the crook of our hearts.
And that’s when I think it on Christmas morning, when I burn the toast and the kitchen fills with smoke and the sausage bake is stubbornly crusty on the bottom and they’ve all come to the Birthday Breakfast Feast dressed as if out of the Christmas Story including the Farmer who say’s he a swine herder, long lost cousin to the shepherds and I laugh so hard I just about spill the maple syrup and they’re all gathered round waiting for me to get the steaming platters to the table already, that’s when I think it:
The bit of lostness that I always feel deep inside — this lostness is the way of the ones genuinely living, and finding this out is the way to becoming found.
It’s my dazed, desperate drifting — my daily drowning — that drives me wild into that manger, has me on my knees and clinging tight to the plank of wood with a Saviour laying on it. This is the unbelievable rescuing!
Pure adoration can make a life a party!
The happy relief has us celebrating all day and late into the night.
When the kids come in from jumping and leaping and flying over the snow heaps, there is candle lighting and more giving to the least of these which is giving to Him and I think this may be the wonder of Christmas.
That all the lost ones could really live the rest of their days giving away their laughter.
more of the grateful celebration… #2140 -#2155 of the Thousand, Endless Gifts
~ there is only Christ and He is everything (Col. 3:11)
~ a heart full of thanks banner from a Jesus-celebrating friend
~ my whisker-stubble brother made into a shepherd cradling a little lamb
~ a crowded kitchen and sinks full of dishes
~ whip cream on the breakfast menu
~ wise men at our Christmas table
~ Mama looking like a Sister of Charity with her white and blue headdress and her love spilling all down
~ piles of boots at the back door
~ traditional Christmas Eve with my sister and her family and the kids all squealing over cheese balls
~ Christmas carols loud and off tune and with cousins
~ the spiral to Bethlehem all lit and the joy burning bright in our hearts
~ lingering late
~ the manger that makes everything else pale, that makes everything a celebration
~ God with us
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