In preparation for games that we will play at the Homeless Christmas Banquet, I decided that we should award the prizes to the participants with the WORST drawings – the drawings that look nothing like they are supposed to.  That’s the TRUE spirit of Christmas…

Christmas Day sucked. Nine months earlier Mary said “Bring It” when the angel appeared.  She was amp’d up when she told Elizabeth about the impending birth. She sensed that through this pregnancy things were going to be better.

 He hath put down the mighty from their seat : and hath exalted the humble and meek.He hath filled the hungry with good things : and the rich he hath sent empty away.

But then the much anticipated Christmas day arrived. I can imagine Mary waiting to see miracles unfold. She was ready. She was fully expecting to be exalted and filled. But there were no miracles that day. No magic carpet to transport her to Bethlehem. No Red Cross worker to meet them as they arrived in town. No fully staffed medical clinic. No midwife coincidently walking by the barn. No “God Moments”.

Christmas didn’t look like it was supposed to. It didn’t look like what she had imagined. It was wrong in EVERY WAY. Christmas Day was a day filled with fear, anxiety, pain, disappointment, isolation, confusion, frustration, and anger.


Those conditions created the perfect environment from which the miracle of Beauty, Goodness and Love could be birthed into our world.

So when we look at a Snowman drawing that resembles a dog turd with a ribbon, or we think of how our lives don’t look like they’re supposed to, we can be confident that we are ripe with the potential for a miracle.





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