As if the lovely night of the newborn child meant that we could ignore his work and his fate three decades later and as if the child in the crib did not already bear on his brow the mark of the cross.
Hans Kung: On Being A Christian
We had news this morning that our grand-niece had a very difficult delivery and the baby, born in serious distress and not breathing, was flown to one of the big hospitals in Boston. I dread to think what might have happened if she'd been in one of the abortion-ban, dead mother states. Or one of the war-zones around the world. I used to take care of her when she was a little girl, so I am pretty close to her and her mother.
Of course we're wondering what further problems there might be for either of them. It will give me a lot to think of this Advent season that I wasn't anticipating.
We're all born into dying, as Paul says flesh cannot enter into the Kingdom of God. I wasn't planning on that being so much a part of it this year but now I know it will be.
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