Every now and then I feel like a stranger. Not so much a stranger in this city or this state, but a stranger on this planet. Things feel broken, and broken isn't what they're supposed to be. Christmas, the incarnation, is one of those times. Nothing about Christmas was as it should have been. God came to earth to be born in...wait...a manger? That can't be right. Well, I'm ready to go home. I don't know if I'll live to see the second coming, but whenever it happens, it won't be too soon.