Christmas
...... makes me nervous.
The Infinite
who came in a feeding trough
is not the kind of God I want.
He is too powerless for my liking.
Such a God is an embarrassment,
not just to the Herods of this world,
but to all who are enamored with themselves and their own potency.
I don’t want this God.
I have an inn to offer,
decorated for Christmas,
not a stinking stall.
God exists in weakness
and comes to those
who reach up to him with empty hands.
He is neither useful nor helpful.
He came and still comes,
not to solve our problems
or answer our questions
or fulfill our needs or bless our endeavors,
but to expose our problems,
to question our answers,
to be our need,
and to point us to his kingdom.
In Christ, God enters time
and space
to turn our world upside down
and inside out.
“Valleys are made high, mountains are laid low.”
We are left bewildered,
undone.
Charles Moore
