The Christmas story is one of strange, unlikely, jarring juxtapositions. He came unto his own and his own received him not. Light entered darkness and men loved darkness rather than light. Joy to the world the Lord has come, And then Herod slaughtered the innocents in Bethlehem. Such is life as we know it on planet earth. Is the juxtaposition what keeps it from being, as Mary Oliver suggests, a shruggable comfort? Read More.

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