I just read a Christmas poem by Rachel Held Evans that I think I'll print out and carry with me each day of this next year.
Here's the first stanza:
You will find Him wrapped in swaddling clothes
Wrapped in flesh
Wrapped in blood
Wrapped in bone
Wrapped in the calloused hands of a carpenter’s son
Wrapped in scandal
Wrapped in genocide
Wrapped in poverty
You will find Him
Read the rest at Rachel's blog.