Christmas Day, 2018

It all looks different in the morning.  Last night was all about the Angels, wonder, and the mystery of the birth of God’s son in a stable, in the dark, and without medical help.
 
In the clear light of day, the angels have withdrawn a little, the swirl of Heaven’s focus has dissolved, and we are left blinking at a child, improbably real; and, in the way of newborns, totally mesmerizing.
 
So soft.  So small. So perfect.  The Lamb of God and the hope of the world:  
​God’s Son, right…there.

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