Episcopal priest Morton Kelsey wrote that the “rough, crude, dirty, foul-smelling stable,” is a great consolation to us all, for “none of us can say we are not good enough for love to be born in us . . . The Christ seems to be born among men and women whose lives are filled with helplessness and frustration and who cannot seem to make of themselves what they wish.”
God is always with us in the center of everything, in our breathing and our heartbeat, and even in the depth of our troubles and our worst worries. But in the noise and swirling clouds of doing and trying to get done, in the hurry and the common commotion, it’s so hard to actually feel God.