The sites and sounds of CHRIST-mas reach a long way, but today I was struck with just how far is the reach of this unique holy-day. Sure, I expect to see at least a few nativity scenes on display, even in disputed territory. Christmas carols are also ubiquitous, including in Burger Kings and Wendy’s. For some reason, though, hearing the words to “O Holy Night” in a thruway men’s room really made an impression.
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That’s a lot of religion for a public toilet, but it really fits. After all, Jesus was not born in a palace or a resort. The Savior made His debut in a pretty earthy setting. A stall for farm animals is generally marked by a distinctive odor, not different from a roadside john.
Just as it is with the songs about that first Christmas, no place is off limits for the Christ who is the center of those songs. You’ll find Him present in the most gritty, grimy and stinky places of life.
I haven’t heard a tear-jerking testimony about a toilet-stall conversion, yet, but I expect I will before I go to Heaven. I know that beautiful hymn must have touched some hearts today in the men’s room–I just didn’t have the nerve to ask anybody to raise his hand . . .
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