...you will find a child wrapped in bands of cloth and lying in a manger.
Luke 2:12
Newborns elicit smiles. Something about a puppy, kitten, or baby giraffe melts us from the inside out. Newborn humans are no different. We adore them. Something about the newborn draws hope from us. There is only potential, only the best to come. Our hopes and dreams coalesce into reality as we see tiny hands and feet, watch the tiny eyes watch us, smile in spite of ourselves.
Today, a savior is born. We are prepared for so many gifts that this little one will bring. We’ve heard the stories. We tell them ourselves. But today, when the savior is newborn, that’s when we really know the miracle of grace.
The baby is born. We reach out to touch his hand, to caress his head. The warmth of his skin connects with ours. We belong to this baby, he belongs to us.
Somewhere deep inside us, defenses crumble. All we want is to cuddle up, to be present for this gift of life.
That is Christmas hope.
For your gift of self in human form, we are grateful. Amen.
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