My friend Missy send me a message the other day about an ornament blog carnival that she wanted to do today. Well life and life and comcast conspired against me today and I'm just posting this now. But I still wanted to post and join my friends. So without further ado... The Ugliest Angel.
This angel has been the source of pride, embarassment, joy, delight and tradition for me for as long as I can remember.
You see, that ugly little angel. I made it. And it has graces the top of my parents Christmas tree. Every year it is brought out and placed at the top of a tree full of ornaments with back stories galore. It isn't lovely, and after nearly 25 years on the tree it is a bit beat up too, but it is sits aperch each Christmas tree each year.
It is hard to know why a 4 yr old craft project continues to speak to me. Perhaps it is the dedication to something I made. But I think it is more than that. This little ugly angel, with green hair and the crooked smile is a sign of the beauty of Christmas.
The reality of life is that we are all a little ugly from time to time. It isn't always on the surface too. Christmas can bring out stress and tension in even the most jolly among us. But it is the little things that remind us that Christmas is a time of joy.
Because really Christmas is about a gift of a small child sent to redeem the world. And in the ugliness of a birth in the muck and the mud of a stable, in the cold, under a regime that made a pregant woman travel to pay taxes, a child was born. In the ugliness of Herod choosing to kill all kids 2 and under to find any possible child king, a child survived. In the ugliness of the cross, a child died... but in that death there is grace, and peace and joy.
Ultimately my little ugly angel was created by a 4 yr old hand who loved the color green, but today it reminds me that even our ugliness can be beautiful through the light and grace and gift of God's Son.