Yesterday, after visiting friends at Brooksby Village, beautiful residential and assisted living facility nearby, I found myself fascinated by ways owners identified their space along ribbons of hallways. Each door and shelf left clues about who lived inside.
Some identified with sports, others kept to the season with nativity scenes, some shared words. One boasted: “Age is a number and mine is unlisted.”
Wending my way up and down covered and carpeted walkways between buildings, I met many tan and darker skinned employees. When I’d ask for directions, I heard accents. They weren’t from these parts. They were immigrants, trusted to care for our aging family and friends, the ill and helpless. It left me sick of heart at our growing fear of others. They do the work many of us would not or could not do. We must be careful about erecting walls, in hearts, as well as along borders.
If the Wise Men, who came from afar, came today, would we accept them and their gifts?
If Joseph and Mary came to the borders of our towns, would they find sanctuary?
Angels, our better angels, according to President Lincoln, still remind us to “Fear Not.” Which takes me back to Luke 2, a bunch of losers tending sheep and a God with the audacity to entrust the Best news to marginalized people.
God’s Good News is why we need not live in constant fear.
“Unto you is born this day…
and any day we choose to welcome into our hearts, the Good News, we have a Savior, Christ the Lord.
God with with us.
Hurrying down another hallway towards the lobby, I watched an elderly man, probably my age, work to propel his wheelchair up the carpeted ramp.
He shared a smile, worth the day, and said,”Just giving my arms some exercise.”
I smiled back, then headed outdoors to gulp fresh air, wipe away tears from seeing life at some of its best and worst, like peeks into Bethlehem.
Who knows, one shared smile, under duress, could be his gift to Jesus.
And those fringe folks, men and women with darker skin from faraway places, may be some of the most blessed among us, God’s sheep tenders, undocumented angels with accents.
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