The outline the stable door is just ahead as the stars overhead cast shadows dancing.
The soft cry of a baby creeps out from under the door.
We might now want to interrupt, but something keeps beckoning us both inside and outside of us.
We step closer to the door and see the unmistakable outline of shepherds;
Those who were considered outcasts and even thieves by some.
We put our hand on the door and hear the words of foreigners from the East;
Why would they be here?
But either group might say the same of us.
Stepping inside the warm straw tickles the tips of our toes.
The smells of the stable remind us this is no mansion;
The manger in the center captures our attention.
How can we claim that God was laid in a stone, cold, feeding trough?
That seems unusual.
How can we claim that God entered into our world barely noticed by anyone?
That seems unusual.
How can we celebrate a truth that for days and years afterwards the world didn't heed?
But our unusual, unexpected God has often traveled uncharted paths.
Our unusual, unexpected God has often turn our world upside down.
So, this...this is where the world forever changes.
This...this is where our faith steps out the back door of the stable into the world with a hope, peace, joy, and love.
This...this is the place where our eager anticipation of Advent finds its fullest voice.
Because this...this is God incarnate...in the flesh...that makes our skin race with goosebumps and our hearts soar with joy.
This is God with us and for us...not just tonight, but every night for days, weeks, and the year to come.
May that promise stir in your heart this day and especially tomorrow as we gather to worship.
Blessings ~~
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