Jesus. Immanuel. God with us.
Last Christmas I created a simple manager scene in my side yard. I had some extra crate pieces from gathering such for props at school. This year I had enough crate pieces remaining to create another simple manager scene in my yard. I have a thrift store baby doll wrapped in a pillowcase in a pile of hay within the wooden frame with a star above and lights to illuminate it. For the past month baby Jesus has resided out in the yard. This year the weather has been pretty mild and I haven't worried much about him. Last year I occasionally brough him in to dry off because it was so wet and cold.
Christmas Eve day my neighbor said she and her granddaughter walked by my house and saw that baby Jesus had fallen out of the manager. So little Scottie "wrapped him in his swaddeling clothes and layed him in the manger." Christmas morning I discovered baby Jesus naked in the cold wet grass. It was raining. His swaddling clothes were missing. It is a mystery as to who or what happened. As a result Christmas morning baby Jesus was rescued, wrapped up in a blanket from the front porch blanket basket and placed on the porch swing. It is still really wet and rainy here. So he is still there.
Well, I have been thinking. It is so easy to think of "God with us" when we see the baby in the manger throughout December. But when the creche is put away, I tend to go back to thinking I am on my own and the one who has to "figure it out" and "make it work." So maybe I will keep baby Jesus in his cozy blanket on the porch swing for awhile as a reminder that "God is with us" even when the Christmas decorations have been put away and the New Year commences.