I Know Where Jesus Is
An hour ago, I was snuggled up on my couch in the soft glow of my Christmas tree, reveling in how ready I am for Christmas.
God has since flicked me in the forehead.
Then I was ashamed, and here I am.
I know about Aleppo. I know about the refugees. I donated money to Together Rising, which has since sent over $2 million to help Syrian refugees. But I didn’t want to really know. I didn’t want to see. I didn’t want suffering to invade my Christmas–which in part is the story of poor refugees looking for a place to give birth to the Savior of the World.
Then this question was whispered into my heart: If you could go back in time and help Mary and Joseph bring Jesus into the world in calm and safety, would you go?
In a hot freaking second.
On the night Jesus was born, the world didn’t know he was coming. But we do. And we know where to find him, right now.
You guys, Jesus is in Aleppo.
Maybe this is not the business of our government, and maybe that’s good. You could contact your representatives anyway, to let them know you are standing on the side of the persecuted and hope they are too.
But we are people of the one true God and we know this is FOR SURE the business of our churches, temples and mosques.
This link will take you to a list of agencies who are providing relief to refugees and some who are trying to get relief into Aleppo directly.
More than the tree, more than the nativity scene, more than the advent calendar and prayers–Aleppo is Christmas.