You see, God couldn’t wait for “better” circumstances. For some reason, it was important to God to birth God’s son into a messy reality by a poor, marginalized couple from the Middle East during the regime of a cruel ruler named Herod. For some reason, it was important to God that God’s son not be born at the Brown Hotel in downtown Louisville but in a poverty stricken county in Eastern Kentucky. For some reason, it was important to God to introduce Jesus to us in the same birthing process as you and I entered this world.
You see, Christmas is not about the warm, fuzzy feelings. It’s not about the parties, or the presents, or the pound cakes. Christmas is really about one thing: the invasive love of God.