"...when we got to "Son of God, Love's Pure light" I happened to look at Imogene and I almost dropped my hymn book on a baby angel. Everyone had been waiting all this time for the Herdmans to do something unexpected. And sure enough, that was what happened. Imogene Herdman was crying. In the candlelight her face was all shiny with tears and she didn't even bother to wipe them away. She just sat there--awful old Imogene--in her crookedy veil, crying and crying and crying. Well. It was the best Christmas pageant we ever had."
(Barbara Robinson, The Best Christmas Pageant Ever)
"…Christmas evoked in me that response with makes me continue to struggle to understand, with the mind in the heart, the love of God for his creation, a love which expressed itself in the Incarnation. That tiny, helpless baby whose birth we honor contained the Power behind the universe, helpless, at the mercy of its own creation. Cribb’d, cabined, and confined within the contours of a human infant. The infinite defined by the finite? The Creator of all life thirsty and abandoned? Why would he do such a thing? Aren’t there easier and better ways for God to redeem his fallen creatures?"
(Madeleine L'Engle, The Irrational Season)
"The Son of God became a man to enable men to become the sons of God."
(C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity)
"I came that they may have life and have it abundantly."
(Jesus, John 10:10)