“As I ponder grieving mothers from Congo to Connecticut to the Cancer Center, I wonder what kind of God they believe in. In fact, I wonder what kind of God I believe in. I grew up in a form of Christianity that claimed to know a lot about God. However, the longer I live and the more I see of the world, the less I think I know about God. In fact, I would say that today, December 23, 2012, I can sum up what I know about God in one word: Jesus. What I know about Jesus is that he showed up in flesh and blood on this sphere of sorrows that we call Earth. He listened, he talked, he worked, he partied, he taught, he walked, he loved, he healed, he challenged, he encouraged, he cried. He showed up. He was Present. Yes, I know, there’s much more to say about Jesus. There is much more truth and wisdom and guidance and challenge to be drawn from his life and the expanse of his redemptive purpose. But today, as I sit in a coffee shop with a television news program looping in the corner and people dashing in and out for liquid shots of energy, this is the little truth that grips me. Jesus showed up. In our broken world. Day after day.”