Christmas Eve (Year 3, NL)

What if we imagined the innkeeper as good?

When does tonight become tomorrow? Is it the first glint of daybreak? The first breath of the baby?

God is humbly present in every living creature. Maybe closer than we’ve imagined.

Mary and Joseph must have felt dejected and homeless.

The God of exiles, refugees, and migrants still shines light amid today’s present darkness.

I probably shouldn’t treat my own son like he’s the Messiah. Imagine the pressure.

Surely God isn’t a narcissist who demands our attention.

What if we did asystematic theology?