We need Christmas. We need it in all of its raw and crude reality. We need the squalling, wrinkled, tiny Child who was born that we might live. We need the One who came down, the Bread of Life laid in a feed box.
We need the “yes” and “amen” of promises kept. We need the place where blood and water spilled on the straw. We need His first cry, His lungs filling with Judean air.
We need His one perfect life.
We need His atoning sacrifice. We need the place where blood and water flowed down his side. We need His last breath: “It is finished.”
And we need His resurrection, in all its Sunday morning glory.
We need the promise of peace in a place surging with grief. We need the hope of heaven.
We need Christmas. Especially today, we need Christmas.