The Word became flesh and lived among us. Because of that, says writer Dallas Willard, “nothing irredeemable has happened or can happen to us on our way to our destiny in God’s full world.”
And it was J.R.R. Tolkien who who once spoke of “Joy beyond the walls of the world more poignant than grief.”
Jesus lived among us. … God pitched His tent in our yard. He knows. Thus, I trust that my Christmas prayer, though feebly offered, will even now pierce the darkness: “Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows.” II Corinthians 1.
This Christmas, may you know the God of all comfort, and let that transforming knowledge overflow to others.