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“Sometimes things stand at a natural and expected distance from us. Over time, our relationship with these things become defined by the distance, despite the fact that we might find that distance unsettling at times. Yet at some entirely unexpected moment, we turn and the chasm has closed. The distance vanishes, as does our understanding of the relationship as once defined by the distance now gone. To our astonishment, what had become a relationship held in check by the limitations of distance is now freed to saturate itself in the richness of an entirely unfamiliar but utterly amazing intimacy. And the story of chasms gone and intimacy achieved is what God did at Christmas.”

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