God with us.
I love the imagery and symbolism of the Holy Family in the stable. That imperfect, ramshackle cave, the place that God came to be with us.
In this crazy world, it's good to remember that we don't have to be perfect.
We don't.
We can't.
It is God who brings perfection to our humble, broken, imperfect hearts.
This reminds me of my favorite poem about the Christmas Stable.
(I wish I could credit the author, but I haven't been able to discover that.)
Here it is, surrounded by the simply lovely artwork of my second graders, who imagined they were building a shelter for the Holy Family on Christmas night. A little cardboard, a few popsicle sticks, pebbles, glue and some grand imaginations filled a day of school with prayerful fun. Without any pretenses of being glorious or grand, these little stables are just right, even perfect. Here is the poem:
My heart is a stable, Dear Lord
O grant that it may be
Not great or grand or rich enough
but poor enough for Thee.
Emmanuel.
God be with you today.
May we invite Him in to our imperfect hearts and lives.