My goodness, Christmas carols are loaded with contrasts and paradoxes. And so am I. Good and bad. Deserved and undeserved. Earned and unearned. Beautiful and ugly.
“Born the king of angels.
Come let us adore him.”
Adore? As when we smile at a baby’s sweet face? That is not bowing down to a king.
How did the Lord of all come to us? By lording over us? Or by being born as a defenseless baby in desperate need of the same loving care every single one of us needed as a baby?
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Share your favorite carol lyrics and the paradoxical mysteries they raise inside you, below, please!