For our sake He became poor, born in obscurity, practically unnoticed. This is how it had to be.
So we light the candles as the shadows deepen, and mark off the calendar as the days lengthen. It’s the Babe of Bethlehem that we long for, for God to come and dwell with us.
For centuries Christians have put little cemeteries by their little churches and on the outskirts of their little towns, waiting for that blessed hope, the glorious appearing of our great God and savior Jesus Christ.
Katie gives our shared life roots and steadiness, things I need. Things every man needs.
The winter will end. The darkness will recede. Everything will be as it should be. Every celebration points to this day and every disappointment does too.