(The following is the Fat Beggars traditional Christmas Eve post. May it prompt readers to open their homes tonight.)
It’s Christmas eve now. A night filled with expectation. Expectation of God. Expectation of LOVE. The candles lit, the stockings hung, the Christ-child is in his manger, and all through the house… not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse.
This is Christmas – ground zero.
And my heart hurts for anyone who does not have a home to be in tonight. For anyone who is not with their family.
I really want you here with me, celebrating. We have a fire. We have some hot chocolate. There is room for one more.
It might be meager, but if you ain’t too proud, you can fit in here.
I am thinking of you just now, as the flames burn low and dim the light on mistletoe. I pray that like that child in a manger when there was no room in the inn, God comes into our world and expresses himself though you tonight. I pray that through your lonely suffering, we all see God and open our hearts to let you in.
It’s a cold, hard world out there. And as soon as we learn to let you in, that can change. And then maybe, just maybe, we will have peace on earth and good will toward men (and women).
May the shepherds find you. And if not the crew, then may the Good Shepherd come to your aid tonight. I pray your heart open toward him. I pray he bring his Christmas miracle into your life. I pray you are humble in his presence and can see it and receive it. I pray you be healed. And I pray our hearts be made soft toward you.
Merry Christmas… to those of you who are OUT THERE tonight.
And may God be with you.
Come LORD Jesus. COME SOON!