Susan's condition has remained stable over recent weeks with some improvement in strength. Although she needs full-time care and assistance to walk and accomplish daily activities, she can more easily lift herself from an elevated chair and handle small stair steps. We're so grateful to enjoy another period without complications, infections or hospitalization. More importantly, I'm amazed at Susan's attitude and outlook, and her tenacious inner strength. She's gracious when needing help, positive that she's doing better today than yesterday, and usually ready to kid around and be sassy. On Sunday as we were leaving between church services, our friend Randy drove up the crowded aisle and asked if he could have our parking space. I shut her door and I joked it would cost him five dollars. I got in the car and told Susan about it. She said, "That's good. You gotta get 'em when you can."
Every Christmas I look forward to when I once again realize the magnitude of God's gift to us in the birth of Jesus. Sometimes it's in a scripture, or in a song; in prayer or in hearing a sermon, or in a God-breathed human encounter. I'm still soaking up this year's moment. Todd VanEk had a word in his sermon Sunday on Luke 2:12 where the angel says to the shepherds, "This will be a sign to you: you will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger." Everything about this announcement shattered people's expectations about the coming of the King of Kings. The news was given to shepherds, who were poor and marginalized. The King was a baby – weak and dependent, clothed in rags, and lying in a feeding trough for livestock. The urine and manure may have been at a safe distance, but the smell wasn't. Then Todd brought the zinger. Jesus was born into a mess. The "sign to you?" There is no human mess Jesus is not willing to enter, bringing healing, strength, grace, and mercy. Wow. That was it. That's the room in my heart I could prepare for Jesus this Christmas, and he came right in.
I was not prepared for the living example of Jesus' love that would follow just minutes later, after church. The woman sitting in front of us with an infant turned out to be our friend Patti. I did not know she and her husband were expecting. We learned they stepped in as parents of their relative's baby boy after he suffered abuse and broken bones in only the first six weeks of his life. He's nine weeks old now. They've had him for three, and are willing to adopt him if the legal arrangements can be made. For now, these 30-something Christian parents are adjusting their lives, their family, and their careers to make room for another baby boy born into a mess. This is selfless love – astonishing and familiar. It's a fitting display of God's Kingdom that arrived on Earth with baby Jesus in Bethlehem. As we prayed with tears, I could see the Spirit of our Savior bringing healing, strength, grace, and mercy to this baby and to this family – just like Jesus has always done. I'm so glad to have met him again.
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