On this bitterly cold Christmas Morning, we can easily call up images of the holy family shivering in the cold of the stable in the midwinter. In her poem of Christmas morning Christina Rosetti pens “In the bleak midwinter frosty wind did blow, earth stood strong as iron, water like a stone. Snow was blowing, snow on snow in the bleak midwinter long-time ago.” We now suspect that the time of Jesus’s birth was not mid winter, the but image still has value. It captures that sense of Jesus sharing in the whole lot of human kind. We may find ourselves cold and hungry like the baby Jesus. He shares all our humanity. Our brother Jesus knows our suffering and our joys. The divine has come down to our level that we might be sure of God’s understanding and love. He put himself in human hands that we might place ourselves in his hands. Now is born the divine Christ child so let us rejoice and sing in praise and honor of his coming. Allelujah! Praise God! He has come to be with us that we might come to be with him.