"If God avoided red carpets and opted instead
to enter the black stable,
is there anywhere
the hallowed presence of God won't appear?
The One who cradles galaxies
in the palm of His hand
curls his newborn fist in a barn feed trough.
He who breathes stars
breathed in heavy, dirty stable air.
I would kneel before the manger,
and it would be so clear:
God comes to us not so much in the lovely,
but in the unlikely.
At the manger. Love came down."
-Ann Voskamp
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