By Melodious Monk
Did Jesus come this Christmas? Have I let him penetrate my sometimes hardened heart? Have I let him come all the way in where it is warm, where I can give shelter? Have I let him into the rooms that hurt, the rooms I feel embarrassed about, and the rooms I don’t dare enter myself? Have I let his tiny hands touch those scars, or his tiny eyes shed light ever deeper into my heart?
Did Jesus come differently this year?
Did I expect Jesus to come differently this year?
A new year brings hope, the possibility for change, for transfiguration.
Jesus is continually coming. Will I choose to open the door and let him in?