My favorite passage in all of C.S. Lewis’s writings is from his book Miracles. In in the chapter “The Grand Miracle” he compares the Incarnation to a missing part of a novel, or a lost section of a symphony. Here Lewis likens Christianity to the sunrise in that it sheds light on the human experience, an analogy he makes even more eloquently in his essay “Is Theology Poetry.” The following video has audio of the chapter and a wonderful and extremely clever sketch illustration (which I sadly admit I did not make).
The allure of being right is so strong that we often highly nuance our views so few others fit in. We're the only ones who really "get it." Everyone else is wrong, no matter how close. Our fraction of our tribe is the only one committed to truth. We need to get over ourselves.
Keep watch, dear Lord, with those who work, or watch, or weep this night, and give your angels charge over those who sleep. Tend the sick, Lord Christ; give rest to the weary, bless the dying, soothe the suffering, pity the afflicted, shield the joyous; all for your love’s sake.