Hi Friends,
If you missed my Christmas e-Newsletter, you can find it here:
Here's a snippet from the newsletter:
Here's an excerpt from WRESTLING WITH WONDER from the chapter on the birth of Jesus. . .
The angel’s words to the shepherds echo down through the centuries to us. God whispers, “You will find a Him wrapped in cloths and lying in a feedi
The angel’s words to the shepherds echo down through the centuries to us. God whispers, “You will find a Him wrapped in cloths and lying in a feedi
ng trough.” (Luke 2:12) Because Jesus is born where life stinks. He comes to us not in our palaces but in the stinky, smelly, dirty, unadorned places in life. And there, only there, do we discover something deep and wondrous about the God we follow. We discover that He is the God who takes our life-yuck and transforms it. He takes the places in life where nothing is as we wanted it to be and makes them the very place we encounter the Messiah born in us.
In life’s stink, mess, noise, dirt, and poking straw . . .
--He is the God of Stink
--He is the God of Mess
--He is the God of Noise
--He is the God of Dirt
--He is the God of Discomfort
--He is the God of the Barn ...
This is real God -- born in the stink, in the noise, in the places that are not as they should be. Born to transform them in you, in me.
So, come, the angels are singing. God is calling. You will find Me in the stable . . .
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