Caesar Augustus was the central figure in this world. But in a tiny town, Bethlehem, which is an eight kilometer run south of Jerusalem, a seemingly insignificant birth would change the course of history. We fail to stay alert to the fact that this one, this Christ, also comes into our world today as the risen Lord. We watch for the mailman, for a plane to arrive, for the check, the neighbor, the family member. We wait for telephone to ring, for word about future employment.
Photographers wait for just the right light.
Poets for just the right words. Bakers for the dough to rise. Teenagers for their drivers license. We live in this time of contradiction so that God may be seen moving toward us. Beyond the Farmer's Almanac.