“. . . He was a fugitive & a wayfarer upon this earthen ball.”
- Gene Edwards, The Birth

Lest we feel alone, misunderstood, rejected, forsaken, let us remember – however we can – that infinite perfection was born into a finite and broken world. Perfect and despised. Unwelcome amidst the ruins He came to rebuild. Hated by those He came to love.

And, in our remembering, may we know something of His presence, His acceptance, His favor, & His love.