Miracle on 10th Street
December 24, 2020
Each Christmas I pull out Madeleine L’Engle’s book “Miracle on 10th Street” and read her Christmas poems and prayers. This Christmas feels so different in many ways. And yet this Christmas poem still rings true:
He did not wait till the world was ready,
till men and nations were at peace.
He came when the Heavens were unsteady,
and prisoners cried out for release.
He did not wait for the perfect time.
He came when the need was deep and great.
He dined with sinners in all their grime,
turned water into wine. He did not wait
till hears were pure. In joy he came
to a tarnished world of sin and doubt.
To a world like ours, of anguished shame
he came, and his Light would not go out.
He came to a world which did not mesh,
to heal its tangles, shield its scorn.
In the mystery of the Word made Flesh
the Maker of the stars was born.
We cannot wait till the world is sane
to raise our songs with joyful voice,
for to share our grief, to touch our pain,
He came with Love: Rejoice! Rejoice!
May you sense, in a new way this Christmas, the mystery of the Word made Flesh, and the love of the one who shares our grief and touches our pain. For unto us, a child is born. Rejoice!
Edith Yoder
Chief Executive Officer