Our lives are brightened and emboldened by the birth of Christ
not because of who we are, but because of who he is.
He was born in a stable, hardly a place to inspire wonder.
And yet… we decorate with gold and silver, red and green. Why?
Is it to signify the light that came into the world?
I like to think so.
Christmas carols seem inappropriate in a hurting world,
and yet… the increased kindness in this season speaks
of an underlying music we can’t identify in any other way
than the Spirit alive and at work in the world,
a tune that gives hope.
We look at the Christ child full of
innocence and tranquility, just a baby, and yet…
he heralds the promise of peace on earth,
new born in the hearts of
peace-makers around the world.
We see the simple shepherds
– the first to hear the news –
and think, so what?
And yet… the message is clear: to God,
each of us is special, no matter who we are.
We hear choirs, powerful and joyful voices
telling a story that touches
any and all who listen, annoucing
Emmanuel, God with us!
Born a child who would become a Savior.
We see the wealthy magi
as they bow and give him gifts,
wisely seeing more than meets the eye.
This child touched their hearts,
as he does all who seek the Light.