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“Let the stable still astonish;
Straw, dirt floor, dull eye;
Dusty flanks of donkeys, oxen;
Crumbling, crooked walls;
No bed to carry that pain;
And then, the child;
Rag-wrapped, laid to cry;
In a trough,
Who would have chosen this?
Who would have said:
“Yes,
Let the God of all the Heavens and Earth
Be born here in this place?”
Who but the same God
Who stands in the darker, fouler rooms
of our hearts
and says,
‘Yes.’
Let the God of Heaven and Earth be
Born Here…”
~Jan Karon
The Christmas story makes no sense to human beings.
Here is not just
A god,
but THE GOD
Who Created The Universe,
Choosing to be born in a barn.
Yet the filthy,
foul smelling,
contaminated room
He chose to be birthed in
Compares not
To the depraved,
nefarious rooms
In our hearts
That He wishes to occupy.
He wishes to dwell in our hearts,
So that we may also
Experience a birth as well.
A New birth of our heart.
Who IS this GOD who does this?
Who IS this God that chooses us?
He is TOO GREAT to comprehend,
work out,
grasp,
fathom…
Who is THIS GOD
And What is His Name?
Wonderful.
Counselor.
Ever-Lasting God.
Prince of Peace.
I AM.
Jesus.
His Name is Jesus…
A Woman's Heart 