“Silent Night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright, ’round yon virgin mother and child, holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night, holy night, son of God, love’s pure light, radiant beams from thy holy face, with the dawn of redeeming grace. Jesus, Lord, at thy birth. Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.”
As you read the final installment of Christmas, Undocumented, I hope you will hold this song in your soul and imagine the Son of God, Lord at birth, coming into the world in this most wrenching way. Hold that paradox of a God that would break into the world in such an unexpected way that it would quite likely be overlooked.
Allow yourself to experience the birth of Christ as you’ve never imagined. May it re-arrange your experience of the Christ Mass this year, and perhaps, even shift that Anglocentric image of Jesus that many of us, myself included, carry inside our souls like a poison.
And I hope you will find this retelling meaningful and moving, and I hope you will come back and share your experience of this story here or on my Facebook page.
Throughout the story, you may have noticed some links embedded within the text. These are links will take you to some of the sources I used to help inform this story. In fact, some of the worst injustices in this story actually happened to real-life immigrant women.