Coming to Africa was a frightening experience for me. How terrifying to leave behind the comfort,
safety, and security of home. On
Christmas day we will celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. How much more terrifying was it for him, the God of Heaven and Earth, to be
become a weak human being, to place himself among us and be born into our
violent and troubled world?
Every year we send out Christmas cards with beautiful
depictions of the Nativity scene. While
they paint a nice picture, they are certainly romanticized... would any of us
really want to put our newborn infant to sleep in a dirty animal feeding
trough? I can’t help but imagine
Bethlehem 2,000 years ago being somewhat similar to Mutomo. It was certainly not the center of the modern
world, but rather a small town in an obscure corner of the world. It was probably dirty and smelled like
animals. The people were probably poor
and uneducated. And yet the son of God chose to be born here in this humble
setting. In all the trials, sorrows,
sufferings, and pains that are part of being human, we can know that he also
shared in them. What a wonderful show of
solidarity.
Jesus is often called Emmanuel,
which means God is with us. And so despite the temptation I may have to
feel sad at being away from home this season, despite the temptation to sometimes
feel hopelessness in the dire conditions here, I am still filled with great joy
this Christmas season, for God is with us.
No matter where in the world we are, God is with us all, and that gives
me hope.
Okay, enough philosophizing for one night.
I’ve just recently finished reading Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, a tradition I’ve kept
the last several years. And so I’ll
finish by quoting Tiny Tim’s famous closing line: “God bless Us, Every One!”
Merry Christmas dear friend! I sent you two vids of the Christmas Mass here! Enjoy...so I'm guessing you didn't get on that ass?
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