We love you in the manger, Jesus.
Your little hands and feet,
your soft breathing,
your eyes closed in sleep.
You may be a revolutionary,
but we like our revolutionaries in diapers.
Forgive us, Lord,
for preferring a Saviour that doesn’t talk;
a Saviour that has no words of judgement
for our callousness to the suffering of others,
whose arms aren’t tossing over tables,
whose feet aren’t leading us to Jerusalem.
In this advent season,
where the world around us
is convulsing with violence and bigotry,
give us ears to hear
the unspoken message from the manger.
A Middle Eastern baby with dark skin
is threatened with violence
and becomes a refugee.
God with us,
now and forevermore.