'It seems to me that if Mary and Joseph arrived in a small town today, and there was no room at the inn, surely they could take an Uber to an AirBnb, maybe one of those cute ones made to look like a rustic farm setting.

And if the baby started coming, they could look online to find a doula who makes house calls, or they could Zoom with a doctor from their phone.'

I did it! I signed up for a webinar called "How to Launch a Metaverse Church in 3 Days". I'm extremely excited.

I love how we continue to push the limits of what we can do with our human intelligence and creativity, especially when we use it for good.

And I'm a little terrified.


I'm always amazed - especially at Christmas - that we live in a world where it seems quaint (at best!) to believe that the Son of God was born in a stable in the ancient Middle East, but it seems completely normal that we can basically live inside of the internet - creating our own worlds. 

Both of these things are articles of faith, and especially at this time of year, we get to affirm both of them.

Sort of.

Because I really do believe that human achievement is astonishing, and what we are doing with technology, especially in the name of making our lives happier, healthier, and more connected, is beautiful. 


It’s a miracle, really. It is a reflection of the glory of God that we are made of.  

But it does have its limits. 

Our belief in God insists this, and I think deep down in our hearts we all know it is true - that there is something larger and more powerful than ourselves that we will never be able to fabricate or duplicate. 

Do you know what we can’t conjure up - in this world or any other?

Our loved ones who have died.

The answers to why we suffer and what is the meaning of our lives. 

Hope and comfort and peace. 

We cannot simulate love.

All of our brilliance, all of our strength, all the things we build and program and dream up out of our endless imagination and creativity, cannot hold a candle to what this tiny, helpless, perfect baby brings: the announcement that God creates what we never can. 

And the Good News of Christmas - and always - is that love has only one source, and this source lives, and dies, so that we might know that there are no limits, no ending, and no rivals for its power. 

And that it is for us, but not from us. We are always in its glow, amazed by its glory, and called to share our witness of it.

Thanks be to God.

It seems to me that if Mary and Joseph arrived in a small town today, 

and there was no room at the inn, surely they could take an Uber to an AirBnb, maybe one of those cute ones made to look like a rustic farm setting.


And if the baby started coming, they could look online to find a doula who makes house calls, or they could Zoom with a doctor from their phone.

And of course they could order diapers and any other supplies they needed from Amazon, which I have no doubt could deliver to a remote stable at no extra charge. 

But you know what they couldn’t do?

They could not ‘in-Spirit’ this baby with the first breath that brings him to life. They could not create the soul of this child who will live, and learn, 

and teach, and suffer, and die and rise again for the love of this world and everyone in it. 

They could not find anything else, anywhere else, online or in person 

like what they found right here

What we still find. 

No matter how many experiences we can build a computer image of, 

no matter how many ways we can connect with one another, serve one another, and make the world a better place online, we are still called to come to this place:

this story, this baby, delivered in God’s time, on God’s schedule, for our salvation.

It’s Love. Born for us. Stronger than anything. 


Hope for the hopeless and light for a weary world. 

We will never find a better way.

Merry Christmas.


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