We praise you and give you glory on this day of celebration. We are so grateful that you would humble yourself to be born as one of us.
We have so romanticized the story of Jesus' birth that it probably looks nothing like the real moment. However, we realize again how insiginificant you allowed yourself to become: not the son of a king or a priest but the son of a working-class, itinerant builder. You were not born in a fancy mansion or a beautiful palace but in a place where the rest of the population would find you and relate to your story. In being born the way you were and in the place you were, you made yourself accessible. We cannot praise you enough for being willing to be so vulnerable so that you would become real to all of us.
What a gift - for this Christmas or any Christmas. Thank you, God, thank you!
Copyright 2009 Amelia G. Sims