If there’s anything the Christmas story teaches us, it’s that God works in the unexpected, and in the messiness of our stories. It’s that His grace and peace come crashing through in unpredictable ways just when we were giving up hope.
It’s that even when we ourselves don’t believe it, when we doubt His words of hope, when it sounds to good to be true and we can’t accept it…. He still arrives.
He still arrives- He did it then, lifetimes and lifetimes ago, into a dark and dirty and lonely world to unknown parents and curious nobodys. And I have to believe, even when I can’t believe, that He’s still showing up. Still breaking into our messes and loneliness and darkness. It’s the oldest and most relevant story we could tell.
Even if it’s hard this Christmas. Even through the weariness of our hearts, whatever we’re living out- we’re still celebrating this old story because He is still making all things new.
A thrill of Hope, the weary world rejoices.