"As we do it unto the least of these we do it unto him." |
One of my favorite Christmas stories was about Gary’s kindergarten Christmas play. Two years ago the school put on “Snow White” with “27” dwarfs so that none of the children would be left out. Then last year they presented “The Nativity.” Joseph came to the inn and knocked on the door. The little boy playing the inn keeper decided to be inventive. When Joseph asked if there was room in the inn, the boy answered: “You are so lucky. We have just had a cancellation!”
Wouldn’t it be something is after someone will sing: “Sweet little Jesus boy, we don’t know who you is…” those of us sitting out there amid the splendor of Christmon trees and lighted candles—would remember the old story. There really was no room in the inn. For outside the church doors are thousands who know there really is no room for them in the inn. No cancellations. Homeless folk. Immigrants in Texas in cages, folks Christmas in cages. Little families scattered all over our country who face the new year either without food stamps, or school lunches for their kids. Desperate people on the other side of the wall longing for safety and freedom. Families who hope no one in their family will get sick—they have little or no insurance. There is no cancellation for these folk.
In 2020 I pray Christians and all other citizens will become so incensed at our official government policies in Washington. That we will begin do something besides sing pious hymns, wondering who the next President will be and hoping we can get a good deal the mall.
Like the little boy in the play we will work and pray until all those dispossessed in our land will find an open door and hope and healing for them and theirs. This is the Christmas promise not only for the few but for us all. All, folks. All.
--Roger Lovette / rogerlovette.blogspot.com
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