cf JRR Tolkien's Lord of The Rings, where Sam is in the topmost turret of the Towers of the Teeth:
Far above the mountains in the west, the night-sky was still dim and pale. There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty forever beyond its reach.
God is neither sullied nor contaminated by evil: but His supreme love and generosity is that He suffered Himself to become subject to *our* weakness -- we humans, who rebelled -- on the chance of saving us.
Being born in questionable circumstances
in a working-class household
of a persecuted minority group
in a country occupied by a foreign military
growing up an iternerant dependent upon charity
rejected by the religious and political leaders of the day--
to the point of being called demon-possessed and treasonous
betrayed by a close friend
convicted by an illegal kangaroo court
sentenced to an ignominious death by torture
with no appeal.
Cheers!
Truly a Christmas message! Thank you