Christmas 2021
Thank God baby Jesus is back in the crib in the manger.
We can adore the Christ child whose infant hunger is easy to satisfy.
Frankincense will hide the smell of the stable.
The songs of the angels will not confront or challenge.
We can share some of our excesses without the burden of the lofty expectations of the man the baby Jesus will become.
We can minister to the sick, the imprisoned, and the lepers without having to free any of these “others” – the criminals, those addicted to the drugs we don’t use, the sex workers, the meek, those we label as the least of these.
Thank God for the manger.
We do not have to host the unwed mother in our guest room.
For a day we can forget that the Christ child will become a mouthy teenager; a couch surfing, homeless teacher; a know it all who preaches forgiveness 70 x 7, and one who does not appreciate the power of weapons which can kill the intruder who wants our excess.
Praise God from who all blessings flow.
Joy to the world.
Silent night, Holy night.
Oh, little town of Bethlehem
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child. (Oops wrong song.)
O Holy Night.
Oh, Come all ye Faithful.
Thank God for Christmas; for the baby still in the manger.
Written December 25, 2021
Jimmy F Pickett
coachpickett.org
Thank God baby Jesus is back in the crib in the manger.
We can adore the Christ child whose infant hunger is easy to satisfy.
Frankincense will hide the smell of the stable.
The songs of the angels will not confront or challenge.
We can share some of our excesses without the burden of the lofty expectations of the man the baby Jesus will become.
We can minister to the sick, the imprisoned, and the lepers without having to free any of these “others” – the criminals, those addicted to the drugs we don’t use, the sex workers, the meek, those we label as the least of these.
Thank God for the manger.
We do not have to host the unwed mother in our guest room.
For a day we can forget that the Christ child will become a mouthy teenager; a couch surfing, homeless teacher; a know it all who preaches forgiveness 70 x 7, and one who does not appreciate the power of weapons which can kill the intruder who wants our excess.
Praise God from who all blessings flow.
Joy to the world.
Silent night, Holy night.
Oh, little town of Bethlehem
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child. (Oops wrong song.)
O Holy Night.
Oh, Come all ye Faithful.
Thank God for Christmas; for the baby still in the manger.
Written December 25, 2021
Jimmy F Pickett
coachpickett.org
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