We are frantically trying to fix things, but we are hopelessly incompetent and somehow Jesus' is in the midst of our trouble.
We are still here 'with the tape screwed up, not the gifts wrapped, the gap that is not the pot on the stove, cut the vegetables, the thought of what we have not greeted us was hurt and maybe, with some decisive relationship stuck (of which we postponed too many times resolution) .. and he comes.
Thank God comes like a child. that does not ask, if not be accepted.
The only alternative to our fragile little chaos or large newspapers, the only occurrence of a surprising and unexpected fulfillment, suddenly arrives.
Merry Christmas.
