Sermons On The First Readings
Under every Christmas tree in the midst of the brightly wrapped packages, the choo-choo train winding through that picturesque winter village, and the glorious Christmas creche with the virgin Mary and Joseph, the shepherds, and the baby Jesus ought to be a pail of dirt. And that dirt ought to be really dirty dirt, not like that sanitized stuff you buy at the local garden shop. No, that dirt ought to be the real grubby, crumbly, filthy dirt, the kind that lies around a construction site or in a dump. We need to place that pail of dirt out there in front of the tree where everyone can see it.
