The cheery yellow-orange-red-gold flames warmed my body and my heart.
We set the nativity scene up on the mantel and put some Christmas lights behind to show it off.
Someone had replaced the Son of God with a robot. A man-made piece of technology.
Karl moved Jesus around on a regular basis.
But this was the worst.
The Tower of Babel laying in the manger.
We try to build our way to God.
Or replace Him with something we’ve built.
But I found Jesus —
— arms wide, atop a pine cone, with an all-encompassing view.
He seemed to be saying,
Come unto me, all ye who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Jesus in a manger or Jesus on a pine cone. Either way — Jesus.