Jesus was born in a meadow in Bethlehem. It was Christmas when his descendants began to commemorate it. Then, there is the proliferation of Christmas celebrations through the fall years. Christmas is when Jesus is born. Christmas needs to be celebrated wherever he is born. When you read a new book, he is born into you as a new idea. Nazarene is being reborn through innovative meanings that make up the alphabet.
It was Christmas when I was amazed to see the universe reflected in every drop of snow. Jesus is born my friend writing a poem while looking at the flowing river and the little plant in front of his hut blooming. Baby Jesus is born in the heart when your old friend, who is far away watching the raindrops, sings a song. One of last summer’s, when my mentor was under the shade of a large tree on the roadside, it was Baby Jesus who nodded.
Jesus, you are taking birth as goodness everywhere in this world. You try to be born everywhere. But with our sinful deeds, we do not let you be born. Let us pray for giving chances to take birth to Jesus in this world.