I see the Christmas story every day, all year long at CitySquare:
. . .the young women who discover they are pregnant before they are married.
. . .the poor fathers who lapse into homelessness at crucial moments.
. . .the kinfolks who believe with every new born child that the family is poised for better days.
. . .the ordinary, common, working people who show up to see hope, sort of like the shepherds.
. . .the immigrants who live on the run because of unjust public policy and cruel leaders.
. . .the political officials who go home another way to keep from confronting the oppressors who threaten the poor and their children.
. . .the arrival of babies and the spread of joy and longing for better days and better options.
. . .the angels, ah, the angels who clearly visit us in strange disguise, but clearly other worldly.