So much joy! So many blessings! The expectation finally gives space for the arrival of baby Jesus, God with us. With his arrival, there seems to be some light in the middle of the night, some hope in midst of so much despair and misery, promises of love amidst displacement. Yes, God with us! Something must give! Something must happen! Something must change! In us, in the world. If we are not converted to the poor, we haven’t learned anything about the one who was born in our midst.
God comes to us as a fragile baby, without nation, without documents, without warmth, without a place to go. An undocumented kid, a refugee, a paria, born of a mother without a father.
Every Christmas must send us to the mangers across the globe looking for kids who don’t have enough to eat, who have been captured by systems of death, where parents are in utter despair trying to find ways out of no ways. Palestine, Syria, the list is endless… If we don’t go visit these kids on the streets, those in private jails, those away from mothers and fathers, those kids with paralyzed parents for they don’t know what to do to sustain their lives, we still need to visit the manger of baby Jesus. To realize where God is, to learn how god is with us, and to be born again, to ponder what the apostle Luke said:
“He has brought down the powerful from their thrones,
and lifted up the lowly;
He has filled the hungry with good things,
and sent the rich away empty.”
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