With whom do you identify this Advent? Perhaps it’s Mary or Joseph, misunderstood and fearful of the unknown. Or one of the angels, lending your voice in adoration and gratitude. How about a shepherd, watching his flock by night, wishing for a more lucrative occupation?
You could be a traveler from a distant land, bringing your gift of a wounded heart or a preoccupied innkeeper, too busy for kindness. I must confess I identify with the sheep that strayed, who wandered off, just before the action started. And even as I wander, I wish I were the Christmas star, guided by instinct to the One who offers hope and joy.
We’re all these things –and more and less- but Jesus came to all of us. For each of us. And such a Love as His remains forever.