A Fur Coat-Kind of Holy Night

I wore my great grandma’s fur coat to mass tonight. I don’t wear it often. Only on really special occasions—like tonight. Even though the world is crazy right now and the church looked a little different than past Christmases, it’s still a holy night. The word of God (who literally spoke the earth into existence), became flesh and dwelt among us. Nothing else can change that — not politics, relationships, pandemics, nothing. Jesus, Emmanuel, is with us. God Almighty is with us. He’s really, truly present. That’s kinda special... in fact, it’s “fur coat kinda special.” Merry Christmas, friends. May the Prince of Peace be with you all. ❤️