A Christmas weekend marked by unseasonably violent weather and the emotions of caring for the needs of loved ones reflect, as Regina and Steve wrote yesterday, a realism we cannot escape.
The embodying of the God of the universe in the flesh of a baby can sound so much like a child’s story—vaguely related to the lives we live. Yet is anything we face more realistic?
The picture hanging next to my reading chair at home has been in my wife’s family for a long time. It’s religious glass art, and not the kind I’m naturally drawn to. Yet I’ve always been intrigued by its subject and the fact that someone in our family bought or acquired it for a reason.
A protective angel hovers in the background. Joseph rests a long handled axe on his shoulder— leading the donkey that is carrying Mary and her young son. At the bottom in bold, capitalized black and silver flecked letters it says FLIGHT INTO EGYPT.