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Suddenly, things came into focus: the piercing glitter of the Christmas tree, the mocking joy of the star lit in the window. Christmas had come and gone for the rest of the world but not for us. There was no meal, no feast, no exchange of symbols of love for the birth of the Christ child…At the joy of the journey to Bethlehem was a funeral procession. The reading of the Scripture was about being lifted up on eagle’s wings, not the wings of angels at the manger. The hymns we sang were about Beulah Land not Bethlehem. The poems were of God’s mansion with many rooms, not about crowded inns. Silent Night took on a whole new meaning. Jesus seemed so far away, either in a manger, on a cross or out of the tomb. Continue reading →