morning it is again: Christmas, the feast of love ... more precisely, perhaps the love of God made flesh in Jesus the years wandered a little more than 2000 through the Judean night and was looking for a place to be born. and found a dirty crib ...
and today, 2000 years later, draws the love of god is still around and looking for a place in the world able to come, again and again. will they find him? will you give it to her? and if so, it will be a dirty manger or may be a little more?
around us a world that is destroyed, people are going to the dogs through mutual oppression, exploitation and abuse. a world that needs God's love, it needs nothing else as good ...
we give her this space? let us hope it is born in us, growing out of us, beyond us and this world is air to breath?
my life is nothing more than a shitty crib, I do not have more to offer ... but which will have Jesus. Lord, they take you, even against my will. What I can not bear to not be able to live through my participation ... I bear a world without Jesus ... I have to be yours!
Hark, the herald angels sing ...
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