The Intersection

Here we stand on this busy street corner

At the intersection of memories and tradition

The traffic circle where what we believe

and what we hope for

and we hope in

Merge

And yet the temptation is to rubberneck

To look at the pretty lights

Tear open the carefully wrapped presents

Admire the Nativity sets for their beauty

rather than their meaning

And while there's nothing wrong with

enjoying the scenery

Perhaps it would help to remind ourselves

that the ultimate destination

of this Baby's journey

is the Cross

and the Tomb

And we are here at the intersection

of God's grace

and our sin

The traffic circle where His love for us

and our hopelessness without Him

Merge

poem by Mark Jackson