Not because it's the most profound thing ever, but because it's the truest thing I've figured out to say about Christmas.
This year I thought I'd present it in brief "Fooling with Scripture" podcast form.
Check out the mini-podcast here:
The first time I really understood the Nativity was in Yanoun, in the northern West Bank. The shepherds we were with showed us where they keep their sheep. It was a low, dark, cave. Noisy, crowded with animals, and smelling like–well–sheep shit. The mangers were rusty, with sheep pushing at each other to find space to eat. Not the sort of place you’d want to have a kid. I remember thinking: “If God can be born here, I guess God can be born anywhere.”
Here's a song about Yanoun:
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Merry Christmas, everyone. Wherever you are -- God can be born there. With you.
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