Today I had the chance to visit Christmas Lutheran Church, where I served for more than ten years—eight of them as the main pastor.
Returning to a place that shaped so much of my life and ministry is never an easy experience. It carries memory, prayer and appreciation.
Under the faithful and courageous leadership of my dear friend Rev. Ashraf Tannous, the church made a deliberate and meaningful decision: to keep Christ in the Rubble—but to place it under the Christmas tree.
This old-new crib spoke to me again.
The rubble remains.
The broken stones are still there.
The Christ child still lies among the rubble, reminding us that God chose not safety, not power, not palaces—but vulnerability and solidarity with the crushed of the earth.
And yet now, rising from that rubble, stands a tree - a living tree.
For me, this is a profoundly Palestinian image—and a profoundly Christian one.
The tree is declaration.
It is the tree of life.
It is defiance in the face of death.
It is hope planted where despair is expected to rule.
The tree appears almost as if it grows out of the rubble itself.
Not beside it. Not after it is cleared away. But from within it. This is our story.
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