Come, shepherds and rabble, you who who have nothing in the eyes of the world, and gaze upon the Good News for the least, the last and the lost.
Come, wise men and foreigners from far away, outsiders and strangers, those with an ear to hear and eyes to witness the mystery of the world.
Come, you who are blind, or crippled, or poor, or lame, come to the banquet table and feast as honored guests of the king.
Come and see the peasant girl and her child. God slipping into our neighborhood. The quiet explosion of God’s outrageous love colliding with our lives.
This discordant song.
Creator God, wrapped in rags.
The powerful become the powerless. The ruler of all, vulnerable and overlooked, homeless and ordinary.
Come, whoever you are – kings or shepherds, wise or simple – and see the world being turned on its head, the social order disrupted forever, a kingdom to end all empires. Listen to the cattle heralding the birth of a new era. Bow before a baby who will change the course of history, undo our political and religious systems, expose our darkness and usher in the light.
Come to the manger.