The deepest injustice of this world is the heartache.

The truest justice is God's Love come to Heal and Restore.

There is a pain in a parent's eyes when a child to them is lost. One can see it through the tears and the warning is cast: 'Heartache, Strained Faith, Pain!', then words of consolation become mute, arms of support hang limply by the side and well-intended presence goes absent. So deep the hurt, so clear the helplessness, so final the severing, it is as if an abyss is established between what once was in vibrancy, laughter, wonder and joy . . . and the dull unending finality of death, dying, and loss of hope. As hard as it is to see, most turn away. As deep as it is through which to live, many never recover.

For such as these: Jesus.

God can not, will not, turn away from the heartache. God can not, will not walk away . . . for God understands the loss of a Child. God broods over the violence our world can impart, the disease our living brings, the choices which lead us away. With the purest of pain in a Parent's eyes, God knows.

Bethlehem is not a romantic notion, nor a far away fairy tale. In the coming of the Christ-Child, God takes God's place in the heartache of every parent who has lost or is losing, who has endured or is enduring, who has suffered or is suffering. There will be no mute voices, for angel's gathering voices transcend the silence. There will be no arms hanging uselessly by the side, for the embrace of God becomes fully embodied in the hands and arms of a Baby reaching out, clinging tightly to a finger, giving Hope. There will be no well-intended presence going absent, for in the life of the One who comes the Parent speaks a name, Emmanuel, God-With-Us . . . You Are Never Alone.

The truest justice our Parent God can offer comes in the gift of a Babe, in tones of Love, Healing and Restoration.

Whether the parent's heartache is in disease, addiction, hatred, self-loathing, accident, suicide, fear, failure or inflicted violence . . The Parent's Justice meets the longing ones at the crossroads and brings Life, the gift of a Manger and an empty Tomb. From beginning to Beginning, God, our Parent, resides and makes new.

May it be so for you in the Child of God, in every season of your joy and heartache.