Admittedly, I have often found it strange that you would come in such vulnerability and insignificance. Honestly... did you truly think this was how it should be? Your divine intrusion, I mean. Because had I been God, this was not how I would have come.

I would have come in splendour. I would have engaged the world with some class, because what they thought of me would have mattered to me. I would have wanted them all to know who they would be dealing with in time to come; that I - this little baby - was not to be dismissed as one of life's trivialities.

But this is precisely why you came, wasn't it? You came to show me that my sense of self was simply a vain symptom of my disease which you call "sin". You came that I might be emptied of myself and filled with you alone. You came that I might have life, and have it abundantly.

I have never said this enough... Little Child, my Lord, my God, I worship you. May your will be my delight, your love my guide, all the days of my life.

Pray for us, most holy Mother of God, that we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ.

A Blessed Christmas to you all, fellow Brothers and Sisters of the Christ-child.