We had a visit from Dave's mum and dad yesterday and so we swapped presents and cards, this was greatly appreciated and meant that I did not have to make a three hour return journey masquerading as Mum Christmas! In amongst the items that have been safely squirreled away was this precious gift:
My mum in law is one talented lady and we have been the lucky recipients of Christmas decorations and quilts for each of us in the family. I love the long dangling legs and the humongous feet, they make me smile. This image however is bittersweet; there is joy at Jesus coming into the world but sorrow at the realisation that He was born into abject poverty away from His family and that His very life was in danger. Who better to understand then and identify with those fleeing their towns for safety or living on the streets due to unforeseen circumstances? My heart goes out to all those suffering in such a way and this passage of scripture is whirring in my head. I cannot solve the problems in the world but I can do my bit where possible. Just think if those who are able gave to those in need and shared fairly what a difference we could make.
For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home.