I will never forget the first time I tried chilaquiles on the beaches of Mexico. I was younger then, and more than likely feeling the effects of a night that had gone a little too hard — exactly as one should in their 20s, especially in Mexico.
In this week before Christmas, we see a flurry of activity. In the hustle and bustle, we can easily lose sight of the profound mystery we are to celebrate: God Himself entering our broken world to rescue us.