More and more I know I know less and less.

Happy Christmas to all

I’ve been not traveling all day. My six a.m. flight out of Ithaca was cancelled, and my rescheduled three p.m. flight out of Elmira is now six hours late (and counting). In all likelihood, I’ll spend the night in a random hotel in Detroit — which is not where I was intending to go. 

But none of that matters. It’s not how I’d choose to spend my Christmas Eve, but to be able to make this trip at all — both technologically and financially — means that I am blessed and privileged in countless ways. Christmas isn’t location-specific, anyway. It’s Christmas in New York, Detroit, Tennessee, or wherever you happen to be. We can celebrate Christmas regardless of personal circumstance; in fact, we ought to. Because Christmas isn’t about cozy family get-togethers and presents and big meals. It’s an objective reality that transcends individual attitudes and activities: the commemoration and remembrance of God’s great act of love for mankind, his entrance into the world in human form, changing the world and us and history forever. Nothing that we do or don’t do to mark the occasion alters that fact. And that’s the reality that we’re celebrating.

Et Verbum caro factum est et habitavit in nobis.

Merry Christmas!

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