O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant.
O come, all ye faithful, lonely, broken-hearted.
O come, all ye faithful, despised and rejected.
Come ye, o come ye, to Bethlehem--
where Power and Love so great lies down, so small and vulnerable.
Come and behold him, born the King of Angels,
a servant and a slave,
a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.
O come, let us adore him,
who had no form or comliness that we should look at him.
O come, let us adore him,
who had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him.
O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord,
who knows just exactly how much it really, truly sucks here sometimes,
and who loves us without
ever
ever
ever
letting go.
photo: Andy Bruner
Merry Christmas, faithful ones.
However faithfulness looks today,
joyful and triumphant, or lonely and broken-hearted,
you are beloved.