Christmas. So much of it is about giving and receiving. Essentially, in the best case scenario: About loving and being loved. And all the joy, risks, confusion, and pain that comes with that. Goes much deeper than anything else in life. It goes under your skin and straight to that place between heart and kidney, where all the hope, suffering, and satisfaction sits and warms and hurts. Yes, that place. Love kills and makes us, makes me, feel alive again, at the same time. How weird.
Life and death. The manger and the cross. Love being manifested because of these two. Or, as a prophet and a poet have put it:
“And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.” John
“Love is not a victory march; it’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah.” Leonard
No receiving without giving. No true giving without sacrifice. No warm Hallelujah without the empty tomb.