This evening, for the umpteenth time my daughter and I read our favourite bedtime story- I Love You, Stinky Face. It’s a beautiful story, a conversation between a young boy and his “Mama”, where the boy asks, “Mama, what if I were a big scary ape, would you still love me?”, “But Mama, but Mama, what if I were a super smelly skunk, and I smelled so bad that my name was Stinky Face?” and many other similar questions. The mother of course replies that she would bake a banana cake, or give him a bath everyday, and would hug him and say “I love you, Stinky Face.” Every time I of course think of the spiritual connection- the fact that God loves us, even if we stink- “But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” (Romans 5:8). Advent is a time we await the ultimate sign of love- God giving himself. Kahlil Gibran wrote, “You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give” (The Prophet, New York: A.A. Knopf, 1923. p. 20). Christmas is the moment when God gave himself to the world which he loved in spite of the filth we’d created of his creation. I was just reminded anew tonight that God loves me, a Stinky Face.