Christmas Eve at the Wilson's and the simplicity of the coming of the Prince of Peace is what's on my mind. At New Hope, we don't put on a lavish production on Christmas Eve, it's a few carols, communion, and candlelight. But that, though simple, doesn't begin to capture that first night.
A feed trough. The stink of animals. The wonder of childbirth comes to a virgin and her betrothed.
And God draws near.