We’re approaching the Christmas. For as much joy that’s in the air, this time of the year also carries a heavy sadness and angst for many. If you’re in this boat, it can feel like the holidays aren’t for you, but rather for those happy, jolly people over there singing their carols and taking those perfect selfies with shopping bags stuffed to the brim. And you may be right. ‘The holidays’ might be for ‘them’. But Christmas — at least, in the tradition I follow — is for you. Not the secular, consumerist Western brand of Christmas (not to hate on it — there’s a big place in my heart for the good ole’ commercialized American Christmas), but the one that emerges from the life of a king who was born in a rickety old barn and who died a failure as far as Western (or even Near Eastern) measurables go. He wasn’t big on SMART goals. His success rate was sorely lacking. He didn’t ‘crush it’ in the success department. This was a God who slipped into skin and entered the experience of the lowly, n...