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In the midst of my pastor's mother struggling/dying...
Christ is born.
In the midst of some of our family gathering together and some having to be "distant"...
Christ is born.
In the midst of economic fears and other forms of chaos...
Christ is born.
In those precious few, beautiful, quiet moments...
Christ is born.
In the inner sanctuaries of our churches as well as our hearts...
Christ is born.
Christ is born.
In the midst of it all...
Christ is born indeed.
And I am a life...that has been changed.
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A line from one of my favorite Bruce Cockburn songs, also one of my favorite Christmas songs.
"Like a stone on the surface of a still river,
Driving the ripples on forever,
Redemption rips through the surface of time,
In the cry of a tiny babe."
Eloquent!
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