In a filthy stable, the Babe was found by shepherds, wise men, and kings, every rank of humankind. And totally awestruck they were. Angels lit up the sky and radiant Light surrounded the Babe cradled in straw on that cold winter’s night. They stood amazed to find such glory in such mean estate. In plain view. In plain sight.
Morning comes, and it’s millennia later, yet we find Him still; God’s gift to humankind, not playing Hide-and-Seek, but plainly in view. We of every rank are free to walk on by, to deny, ignore, dismiss, or flat-out refuse to choose, which is to decide. Likewise, we are free to consider the gift, to receive it, and even to unwrap it. In plain view. In plain sight.
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