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All the Smells and Ills

We hear a lot about the “spirit of Christmas” and the “meaning of Christmas” this time of year, on movies and musical specials, in commercials and greeting cards. Commercial interpretations, no matter how heartfelt, always leave me wanting. In this post, I am sharing again what Christmas is – the whole utter shock of it.

Divine. Incarnate.

The human body isn’t always pretty. Oh no. We all suffer, or will suffer, from one weakness or another, aches and pains and afflictions of countless kinds. Sometimes, just the things we do daily to survive – chewing, toileting, washing away sweat, dirt, and dead skin from our bodies – as well as being around those who might not wash themselves so well… let’s just say that there’s nothing pretty about any of this. Nothing romantic, lyrical, or ennobling.

And, yet…

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Christina Chase View All

There once was a cripple…
who wasn't afraid to acknowledge that she was a cripple or to share her life of wonder, struggles, sorrow, and joy with perfect strangers. Here I am.
Join me as I explore the reality of divine love in the flesh, reflecting on what it means to be fully human, fully alive.

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