Here’s the poem from the end of tonight’s Christmas Eve sermon. It’s by Dorsey McConnell, Bishop of Pittsburgh.
Whatever you are celebrating,
whatever you are grieving,
whatever you flee,
whatever you hate,
whatever crime you have committed which you still insist is not your fault,
whatever blow you have endured you cannot get over,
just admit that the Christ has chosen to be born there, right there.
There, He knows you.
There, He loves you.
He is not afraid of you.
He is not ashamed of you.
You are the one He has sought from before the foundations of the world.
The music you hear is His.
The road at the door is His.
Let Him take your hand and get you safely home.