There is no room in
filled days and
sated hours;
No space made for
the unknown.
There is no room in
tiny worlds and
shrinking fields;
No door opens to
new sights.
There is no room in
crowded schedules and
favorite chairs;
No hands greet
strangers.
There is no room in
frozen creeds and
dreamless hopes;
No spirit seeks
the Holy.
There was no room in
the Inn, no
bed for rest;
The crude manger held
the Divine, the
Lonely Stable,
God's intrusion.
RICHARD E. LAKE
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I still am in awe and wonderment about how Jesus rejected earthly riches all his 33 years. That was not just by chance. He went where the need was. He healed, he showed loving compassion, he showed perfection on earth. He perservered through Satan's continual horrific assuaults. He laughed, cried, and anguished over this filthy, putried place of Satanic domain. He stayed down here long enough for us to "get the point" by his life. He did not jump ship. He showed us every sadness he experienced through the eyes of other's reactions to him, as well as ever triumph. Can you imagine what it was like for the woman who touched his garment and was healed? Man alive, what a day for her. He gives us the only true reason to exist. Blessings, Carol