A Disney Princess in the Christmas Play

Keeping up with work and my blog is proving to be a challenge, but I have a few hours this morning to sit in the quiet before I head out into the wide, wide world once again.

The Christmas tree is long gone, tethered to a post outside my living room window. (I'm not feeding critters this year, but at least it won't be traveling to the drainage ditch in the next big wind.) However, the old nativity scene from my childhood remains on the end table, the shepherd and wise men gathered round to worship the infant king.

I glanced at the scene one evening earlier this week and noticed a stranger in the midst. Another worshiper of the the Christ child, gazing in awe...

I was reminded of a recent march in our nation's capitol, a Women's March, a march for I'm-not-exactly-sure-what where women dressed up as female body parts, wore hats to represent those parts, and danced in the street topless. One even held a sign suggesting if Mary had just had an abortion we wouldn't be in this mess... and then I saw the Disney princess standing in the nativity.

Jesus, he came to show us a way out of the mess, because if we're honest with ourselves, we've ALL messed up. There isn't a one of us who hasn't. And Jesus didn't come to strip women of their "rights," He came because we have value. We are precious in His sight. He loves us and He loves our children, planned or not, just as much as he loves the men in our world. In Him there are no preferential colors, genders, races, or classes. He loves us all and that is why He made a way. That is why He went to the cross. It wasn't because He had to, it was because He chose to. It was because we don't have any other way out of the mess we're in. He came to give us LIFE. God chose life.