Christmas in the capital
is filled with all the pageantry of the season.
Faces all aglow with the chill of winter.
An uncommon peace and cheerfulness prevail.
The air is also ringing with music, both traditional and new.
As the people pass through the capital streets,
they fail to notice, or more likely just ignore,
the lost, abandoned souls
who hide behind the fancy greenery, trying to stay warm.
Those whose souls have been forgotten, neglected, abused.
Souls which, even in the depth of their despair, and hunger,
cry out to us…‘Feed us, clothe us, show us you care!’
You know, I am reminded of a time so long ago.
Joseph and Mary, arriving in Bethlehem,
alone, weary, and hungry from their travels.
It was not mere chance that they found the innkeeper.
And, as that innkeeper looked into their eyes,
he saw that in their hearts was a ray of hope.
He gave them what he had, a crude stable.
Not much, you say, but in that little bit,
a king – Our King – was born.
So, as you pass through the capital streets
this wonderful and joyous season,
it is my greatest hope, my Christmas wish,
that you begin to recognize
those broken, lonely souls
that are hiding behind the fancy dressings of the season.
And may you also be ever mindful of the gift
that the innkeeper gave, one night, so very long ago.
He gave shelter to the poor, and warmth to the weary,
and helped bring to us the hope of a new tomorrow!