On Christmas

Christianity has been so politicized and so corrupted by those on all sides who seek to twist it to benefit their own agenda that it is easy to conclude that that's all it's ever been. It is refreshing to receive an occasional reminder that, buried deep under layers of foolish myth and hateful rhetoric, there really is a shining message of love and peace and humanity that we all so desperately need to hear. What better way to remember this than the story of a poor homeless migrant couple bringing new life into the world one cold night many years ago?

Last night I went to a Christmas Eve service at the Church of the Brethren, the first time (apart from a certain wedding) I'd been there in years. It was quite nice and really got me thinking. I think that the Brethren have a better understanding of Christ's message than anyone else, although the Quakers, Unitarians, and Methodists seem to have a pretty good grasp of it too.

Remember that the Light of the World is born not only on one night two thousand years ago in Bethlehem, but all around us every day. Peace in your mind, peace in your home, peace in our cities, and peace in the world.