933. fresh December air
1935. crocheted snowflakes on trees
961. my grandmother’s angel will go on my tree one day
942. books wrapped in newspaper
941. Christmas socks
952. Daddy’s conservative wrapping jobs
930. listening to Burl, Nat, and Ella as we decorate the tree
“Our God who breathes stars in the dark – He breathes Bethlehem’s Star, then takes on lungs and breathes in stable air. We are saved from hopelessness because God came with infant fists and opened wide His hand to take the iron-sharp edge of our sins.
“Our God who forms and delivers the black of the heavens – He waits patient like an embryo in a womb and delivers Himself to free you. We are saved from forever pain, because God pierced the dark and came to the pin-point of us in the universe and took the nails.
“Our God who cradles whole inking galaxies in the palm of His hand, whom highest heavens cannot contain – He folds Himself into our skin, and He uncurls His newborn fingers in the cradle of a barn feeding trough . . . and we are saved from ourselves.
“We are saved from our loneliness because God is love and He can’t stand to leave us by ourselves, to ourselves.
“That is the message of Christmas. The message of Christmas is not that we can make peace. Or that we can make love, make light, make gifts, or make this world save itself.
“The message of Christmas is that this world’s a mess and we can never save ourselves from ourselves and we need a Messiah.
“For unto us a Child is born.”
– Ann Voskamp, The Greatest Gift