Merry Christmas Eve!

The Risk of Birth
This is no time for a child to be born,
With the earth betrayed by war and hate;
And a nova lighting the sky to warn --
That time runs out and the sun burns late.

That was no time for a child to be born,
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome;
Honour and truth were trampled by scorn --
Yet here did the Saviour make his home.

When is the time for love to be born?
The inn is full on planet earth;
And by greed and pride the sky is torn --
Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.

Madeleine L'Engle



Merry Christmas!