i know what it’s like to
carry an unexpected child and to pray for redemption’s sacred song. i know what it’s like to be given an impossible life and to pray for the courage to be strong. i know what it’s like to sleep under the midnight sky and to pray for shelter from the storm. i know what it’s like to wander through the desert night and to pray for a light to lead you home. this time of year, we all draw near to celebrate the atonement child, but in our pursuits, have we lost simple truths of heaven and earth reconciled? for he isn’t in the manger and he isn’t on the cross, he is eating with the stranger and he’s walking with the lost. he’s sitting with the broken and he’s bandaging their wounds, he’s unraveling the tangled heart, he’s guarding the abused. this time of year, may our holiday cheer reach more than just family and friends, let there be light in the dark, and peace in our hearts, and compassion for every man.
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about the writer.“Words are only postage stamps delivering the object for you to unwrap” (George Bernard Shaw) past tense.
January 2019
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