Christmas is a contradiction. In a manger, in the cloth strips in which His impoverished parents wrapped Him, is the answer to every human need. He is salvation, the extinguishing of all of our pain. And yet His infant cries are
swallowed in the vast night around Him. The world hasn’t changed. His parents are still poor, and Rome is crushing His people every moment
that He sleeps. The kingdom of God has come to earth, but the earth looks the same.—Laura Wibberding