In less than an hour it will be Christmas morn. I am no longer the unable to sleep with too much excitement kid. Over the years definitions of love have changed for me but it essentially has been always to do with me. Tonight I am forced to think of a love that's unearthly. Love that would rend the heavens and take me to eternity. That night the tired shepherds felt the warmth of heaven light up their souls with the greatest news of all time. For unto you... For unto us... The child born the Son given . The love that slaughtered. The love that wept, the Love that offered The love that received, the love that bore, the love that stills bears. They sing "love came down on Christmas morn" and I want to add: that love lingers on.
What have I that I haven't received?