Sometimes a sermon is preached to us when we least expect it.
Oh yes. Only in our Jeruselems we were boisterously awake in our arrogances, looking at all the blessing surrounding the manger and for them and the life and dying breaths of the Son we only ever heard and heeded the words of God as baby's wimpers.
Gordon my brother, one question...
Should we whimper still?
Christ was and will be; Meanwhile we are left here, from cradle to grave, pretty much believing we are alone.