I am not alone at all, I thought.
I was never alone at all.
And that, of course, is the message of Christmas.
We are never alone.
Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest,
the world seemingly most indifferent.
For this is still the time God chooses.
Late on a sleepy, star-spangled night,
those angels peeled back the sky
just like you would tear open a sparkling Christmas present.
Then, with light and joy pouring out of Heaven
like water through a broken dam,
they began to shout and sing the message
that baby Jesus had been born.
The world had a Saviour!
The angels called it “Good News,” and it was.