This morning at church our kid's program was a hit. It was a hilarious show, charming and all the cuteness. The plot revolved around a church putting on a Christmas show and crisis hits when the delivery of costumes is all wrong. Shepherds become pirates, Angels show up as cheerleaders and the wise men don pirates costumes. Funny. My daughter was on stage and two nephews and a niece. A whole pile of other kids I call my own. Pride for all of them.
And then Mary and Joseph hit the stage holding the baby Jesus. Joseph looked a little bewildered by all the lights. His head was down and his face was set. I'm sure the original Joseph was the same. Mary had her eyes glued to the baby Jesus. I had an overwheming gratitude for the real baby who came at Christmas. For the one who left the perfect place and joined the mess for the sake of love. I found tears dripping down my cheeks. Truth is I cry every year when I look around at the kids I know telling the story I love.
I love Jesus. I think my two daughters can change the world. I think you can too.
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