This is Max Locato. Hollywood would recast the Christmas story. Joseph's collar is way too blue.

Mary is green from inexperience. The couple's star power doesn't match the bill. Too obscure, too

simple. The story warrants some headliners. And what about the shepherds? Do they sing? A good public

relations firm would move the birth to a big city.

The son of God deserves a royal entry. Less peasant, more pizzazz.

But we didn't design the hour. God did. And God was content to enter the world in the presence of sleepy sheep and a wide-eyed carpenter, no spotlights,

just candlelight, no crowns, just cows chewing cud.

If God was willing to wrap himself in rags, then all questions about his love for you are

off the table.

When Christ was born, so was our hope.

That's why I love Christmas. This is Max Lakato.