From Wuhan to Bethlehem

by DanWolgemuth on December 24, 2025

In April of 2020, I wrote the following fragment. Because of its relevance to Christmas, I thought we would run it again. Yes… Christ came. And it changed everything.

6,900 miles. That’s how far it is from Wuhan, China, to Denver.
6,900 miles from the genesis of a global disease—a genesis that will be the topic of discussion, speculation, accusation, and fury for years to come. The stuff of theories and books and movies.

A virus. Small. Contagious. And swift.

6,900 miles. That’s how far it is from Bethlehem, Israel, to Denver.
6,900 miles from the genesis of a global movement—a genesis that has been the topic of discussion, speculation, accusation, and fury… and transformation and redemption for millennia.

A birth. Small. Isolated.

COVID-19. A mark on a generation. Unforgettable for a season. But finite. Discrete. Eventually contained. The waves of impact washing over global economics and international politics. For a season. For now.

Bethlehem. Jesus. The living, loving, spotless Son of God. A mark on human existence. Infinite. Eternal. Uncontainable and unconstrainable. The waves of impact washing through every nuance of life. No exemption from His love. No exception. God loving the world in Jesus. Through Jesus. For now. For yesterday. For eternity.

A virus controlled with distance.
A virus defined by masks.
A virus that isolates.

A Savior defined by proximity.
A Savior who comes near.
A Savior who unites.

6,900 miles. A submicroscopic infectious agent that replicates only inside the living cells of an organism. A parasite. A killer. Indiscriminate. Contagious.

6,900 miles. An infant. Tiny and fragile against the backdrop of history. A Nazarene. A Jew. Working class. Life-giver. Abundance-bringer. Transformer. Contagious.

A virus that marks a generation.
A King who marks the cosmos.

One confined to mortality.
The other empowered by eternity.

One confronts medicine and economics.
The other assaults the gates of hell.

6,900 miles. From Wuhan to Bethlehem. From death to life.

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy.
I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.

(John 10:10, ESV)

COVID-19. To steal and kill and destroy.

Jesus. Life-giver. Abundance-producer.

6,900 miles. From death. To life.

Only.
Always.
Jesus.

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The Missing Ingredient

by DanWolgemuth on December 19, 2025

For over twenty years, Mary and I have lived in our two-story house on Davies Way in Aurora. That’s longer than we’ve ever lived anywhere. In addition to repainting rooms and replacing carpet, we’ve also gotten to know the neighbors around us—specifically, four families.

Over the past three years, as my affection for baking has grown, I’ve made a baked good the “go-to” Christmas gift for each of these families. Three have opted for my English muffins, while the fourth chose traditional sourdough.

Last weekend, I delivered muffins to the three families on my list. Once the deliveries—and the conversations—were complete, I returned to my baking kitchen and decided to sample the remaining “runt” of my baking litter.

The first bite exposed a major mistake—one I haven’t made in four years of baking. In my rush to get the muffins done and delivered, I had missed adding salt. The impact was immediate, distinct, and embarrassing. I quickly sent text apologies to my neighbors, along with a commitment to complete a “redo” soon. The following night, red-faced and all, I made good on that promise.

One and a half teaspoons.

In a recipe that produces more than three and a half pounds of dough, I missed an ingredient weighing less than ten grams—a fraction of the whole. Invisibly absent, but unmistakably impactful.

Salt.

“You are the salt of the earth, but if salt has lost its taste, how shall its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything except to be thrown out and trampled under people’s feet.”
(Matthew 5:13, ESV)

Salt isn’t optional; it’s essential to bring a bland loaf of dough to life.

Salt isn’t optional; it’s essential in our culture as well.

Jesus entered His culture—and our world—as salt. One life among the entirety of human existence. A single grain. A single voice. A single baby.

His life changed everything. Yes, everything.

This is why He declares that we are the same: salt—called both to preserve and to season a decaying and tasteless culture.

Outnumbered? Yes.

But not outmatched.

Salt changes everything it touches. And so should we.

With grace.
With humility.
With selflessness.
With hope.
With kindness.
With a message of transformation.

Seasoned.
Preserved.

Still looking for one more stocking stuffer this Christmas?
Try salt.

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The Mark of Christmas

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This Can’t Go On…

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“You’re not the boss of me…”

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Chicken Enchiladas and So Much More

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The Green Flash

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Monday afternoon at 3:17 Central Time, Marshall Faith’s lungs waved the white flag of surrender, and with that, he crossed the threshold into eternity. By any account, Marshall lived a full and rich life—96 years, to be exact. There are those individuals for whom a lifetime of years simply isn’t long enough. Marshall fits into […]

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