This paradoxical story happened long, long ago . . . That is, in the mists of legend. It's merely a fable, however interesting.
Icon of the Creation by Fr. Luke Dingman
In the 42nd year of the reign of Caesar Octavian Augustus, year 752 since the foundation of the City of Rome, the whole world being at peace, in Judea, a provincial outpost of the Roman Empire, a young Jewish woman carried the Creator of the entire universe in her womb.
Such is the astounding paradox that in a specific place and at a specific time in human history, a woman gave birth to her Creator.
The King of the Universe entered human history not with the blare of trumpets and pomp and splendor. He came as a vulnerable baby, born in a stable to parents of no great social standing. Splendid angels from heaven did announce his birth, but apparently only to some simple shepherds in a nearby field. As C. S. Lewis wrote somewhere, Jesus the Christ entered the world rather quietly, as if behind enemy lines.
Nativity by Marc Chagall
With that, I'd like to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas, and peace and joy in the New Year. May our Lord find a home in our hearts.
Midwinter Light
by Randall Peaslee
In bleak December days of snow
And fog, mud and gloom,
A fire blazes, candles glow
And friends are gathered in a room
Of carols, wine and mirth;
And the dying twelvemonth ends
with a Birth.
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