Immanuel, God with us.
That got me through the Christmas season.
There was nothing that brought me comfort like that name, that promise…not alone.
This mess, this mayhem, this mania - I wasn’t sentenced to endure it unaccompanied.
Immanuel, God with me. Right here. Right now.
It’s a sweet little verse until you realize where He joins us…He is the God who tabernacles with us, who sets up camp east of Eden, joining us in our self-appointed banishment.
Immanuel, God with.
That’s good news.