There was nothing clean, perfect, or ideal about that night. There were no doctors, fresh sheets, clean water. It stank. Animals were less than a foot away. And to those who have had children, you know that isn't exactly a piece of cake either. The birth of our Savoir was a scandalous, muddy affair taking place in what we might call a pig pin.
If this was where God was born, why then do we look for Him in the most beautiful of churches, the most elaborate of prayers, the most eloquent of speakers? God can be found on that street "you should never drive through at night." God can be found "with that girl you don't want your daughters to hang out with" or with that "man who just got out of jail." Or with that boy "who is going down the wrong path." All those things you have the audacity to glance away from, 'hookers', drug addicts, shut-ins, the disabled, the gross, the un wanted, the refuse of society... could you not also describe them in the same way His birth was? Scandalous. Imperfect. Dirty. Unwanted.
God came. And God left. But not before giving us the mission to do as He did. The first place he went was one where there was no place for him. He didn't belong there. It wasn't "his comfort zone."
So let's make a point to get out of ours and seek out God by seeking those who need Him most.
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