The sun is just coming up, my wife is in the other room still wrapping presents.
I am sitting here for a brief moment before going back to help, wondering about the almighty swaddled.
This year I cannot escape the thought of the Logos unable to articulate words, the hands that formed man and woman from clay now unable to hold an object, the power that sustains the universe unable to control bodily functions…
What does it mean to follow this light, this path of complete surrender of all power? Perhaps we would spend more time caring for people we do not have answers for, fellowshiping with folks who do not buy our answers, risking love in the face of overwhelming violence, watching mockingbirds with no idea why they leap.
Time for family and love that transcends explanation.