Well, it isn’t here  anyway.

I’m in South Carolina at my sister’s.  There are eleven of us in a 1200 square foot house.  Only five us are adults.  Oh, and there are also three dogs, two of them only a year old.  None of us have had much sleep.  One of us had a stomach virus and threw up four times Christmas Eve.  One of us turned 62 today.  My sister says the five year-old is going to be put up for adoption tomorrow.  Just kidding.

Anyway, it’s not so silent around here.

But you know what?

Maybe it wasn’t so silent that night either.  I mean Jesus was a newborn after all.  Mary was postpartum.  Joseph just delivered a baby boy to his virgin wife.  They were in a cave or a barn or something.  There were animals.  Dirty animals.  And then there were shepherds.  Probably dirty shepherds.

No, the picture above is more than likely a little off.  But it doesn’t matter.

He was born.  Born to die.  Emmanuel….thank you, God.  Thank you!

Merry CHRISTmas to all of you!  I will be back to regular blogging some time next week.