Love is Most Strong
Amidst the shimmer of lights,
glittering tinsel hung,
Homes full of joy and laughter,
gifts exchanged,
cherished songs sung,
and Nativity figures resting in perfect order,
one story awaits,
silent beneath our traditions.
One Bethlehem night,
a child is born,
to travelers denied,
no room at the inn,
a most humble God
chooses a feeding trough for his head.
A family on foreign soil,
migrants out of place,
learning safety in exile,
forging resilience through pain.
The first witnesses were shepherds,
keepers of the night,
outsiders among the faithful,
summoned by angels of light,
to the wonder of a newborn king.
This child, the eternal Creator,
stepped down from glory,
to walk dusty roads with the poor,
the displaced, the hungry, the outcast,
choosing fellowship with sorrow,
making kin of those unseen.
Christmas is not simply celebration,
Christmas is invitation.
Will we meet Christ on the margins?
Will we cross borders with compassion,
let comfort recede,
give table and warmth to the refugee,
share bread with the hungry,
draw near to those whose hearts and hopes are broken?
Will we become humble enough,
as Christ became,
to wash feet and tend wounds,
to hold silence with the grieving,
to walk gently into another’s ache
and give ourselves away?
Let us not overlook
the mystery of God-made-flesh
choosing not the center, but the edges,
wherever life is most fragile,
Love is most strong.
