Christian, if You’re Celebrating Deportations, You Shouldn’t Be Celebrating Christmas

If you’re celebrating mass deportations of distraught, exhausted human beings seeking refuge, you probably shouldn’t be sweetly singing about a baby with “no crib for a bed.”

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By John Pavlovitz

Christian,

Maybe you can help me here.

I’m trying to reconcile two things I’ve seen.

On one hand, I’ve seen your house: carefully strewn with glowing lights, fragrant boughs of holly decking your photo-covered hallways.

I’ve seen your ceiling-scraping tree, limbs weighed down with the carefully-curated collection of fragile keepsakes and handcrafted mementos acquired over decades.
I’ve seen your overflowing shopping cart, packed to bursting with goodness that you plan to soon indulge in, nestled in an abundance that cascades in every direction.
I’ve seen the outward displays of passionate religion in needlepoints you make and in cards you’ve sent me and in filtered Instagram posts that arrive from you on my timeline every day.