Think, think, think, write, write, write, read, read, read, think, think, think, doubt, doubt, fear, fear, think, think, read, read, read, think, read, write, doubt, FEAR....
Really, its as simple as Teresa popping into the office and asking for an apple slice.
He is here.
I can't hold myself together with a comprehensive understanding of myself, or with stuff, or with anything that I try to capture with my conniving and my worrying.
Instead something happens. Someone comes. Someone Else is here.
This is what Christmas teaches me. Of all the billions of people born in human history, there is one who -- right now -- says to me, "I am the meaning of your life."
"I am what you are searching for, what you keep trying to make for yourself, in an effort that leads to desperation again and again, because you know that what you're looking for is beyond all your thinking and understanding and expression; you know its out of reach...."
"Don't be anxious. I have come to dwell with you. I am here, right now, right where you are. And I love you."
Whatever sorrow, confusion, guilt: He is here.
He wants to bring you through. He loves you.
"I have come into the world to be its light" (John 12:46).
Rejoice! Its the Christmas season. Happy Christmas Season!
