...another chance

Sweet little Jesus boy, they made you be born in a manger.
Sweet little Jesus boy, didn't know who you was. 
The world treat you mean, Lord; treat me mean, too;
but that's how things is down here ---
we don't know who you is.
---Robert MacGimsey

Tonight's the night. The Traveler makes his lonely way from Paradise to a dusty feed trough, from God of the universe to Joe the Carpenter (Jr.), from infinite to fragile. And, we won't know Him. We won't mean to miss Him, but we will search the crowd for majesty. We will listen for fanfare. We will sniff the air for the aroma of incense.

Because we still search for a King

And, over and over, Jesus told us to look for Him in the faces of the overlooked, in the lives of the troubled, in the injustices dealt the least of these. Over and over, Jesus told us the way we treated others at their most powerless was a true reflection of how we'd treat Him, delivered into our hands.

We don't know who You are. But tonight's the night. And another chance to approach the thin place where we may see You, seeing us from the eyes of our sister or brother.

Come, Jesus.