This day, the rest of the world fades to darkness.
This day, we celebrate Jesus.
This day, we remember that God became a baby, that he submitted to the rigors and indignities and temptations of his creation; that he put flesh on his person.
This day, we rejoice that the God of the universe, the God who always was and always will be, limited himself to night and day, to consuming journeys and weariness; to time and place.
This day, we thank God for his grace and that he did not consider himself too high to be incarnate, but took our imperfect form and showed us how to make it perfection.
This day, we revel in the story of his arrival; we rejoice that The Word became flesh; and we delight that his Words were preserved for us.
This day, we are astounded that redemption moved forward when God slept in a box of hay.
This day, we celebrate that Jesus was born, that he came to be with us, that he identified with us in every way, and that he told us The Truth.
This day, followers of Jesus, is a celebration.
For Debbie on Christmas,