A few years ago I was blessed to visit The Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem, the sacred place widely believed the birthplace of Jesus.
The town of Bethlehem in modern day West Bank suffers from conflict and social deprivation, divided from Jerusalem by a concrete wall. People from this part of the world face immense obstacles, both those that are seen and unseen, often turned away by those people and countries that claim to be guided by righteousness.
Every Christmas I think of this. I remember the Peace Center just beside the church that strives to improve the quality of life for those it serves. I think of their nativity scenes collected from around the world. I remember the poster exhibition for justice.