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Emotion floods my soul. When faced with the incredible Holiness of God you cannot be left untouched. I look in the mirror and, while being aware of the man I have become, I am aware of the man I have yet to become. Oh, to see more of Jesus when I look in the mirror.
Over the past week the USA witnessed large numbers of people marching to and in Washington D.C. The powerful and the weak, the wealthy and the poor, the famous and the neglected gathered inside of the 68 square miles of our capitol. There were those who gathered to cheer. There were those who gathered to jeer. I would struggle to believe that anyone gathered as a neutral observer. Many marched with the hope of being heard.
We have just come out of, and in some cases, survived the celebrations of Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year. I actually love these seasons and I even love the deep breath that we get to take in January as we hit the reset button on the allocation of our time. One of my favorite things around Thanksgiving is finding a bargain gift for my wife, Miriam.
It is fitting that emotion is so deep in the nativity story. Mary’s life was at stake. Joseph’s honor was at stake. The Magi’s reputation was at stake. Would Simeon and Anna actually see the Lord before they died or was their vision nothing more than an undigested bit of beef akin to what Ebenezer Scrooge surmised?
This election has left people scared, scarred and emotionally exhausted. There are people waking up today feeling as though they just lost their country. People who used to be friends now find themselves blocked from each other on social media. This election has been rough on us all.
Miriam and I had a gift card to one of our favorite breakfast spots and our foreign exchange student was on a math field trip so we took off for an early morning date. The restaurant was already taking names for a 15 minute wait. Shortly after we sat down I saw a single, elderly woman sit down near us. At first I thought she was waiting on someone to join her but when her food arrived, my heart ached. In a room filled with laughter and noise, she quietly ate her breakfast alone.
