Our house is filled once more, it's Christmas morning, and with the exception of my 1 year old granddaughter, every one is still nestled in bed sound asleep. It's Christmas morning and the grandest day of the year, I believe. We have walked through Advent, taking our time to savor the story, piece by piece, person by person, and all the way see that God is at work.
Let us not succumb to the terrible belief that we are all on our own. God who came - Immmanuel - to be with us, is still with us. "I will never leave you nor forsake you" were Jesus' words. He who sovereignly worked among the Ceasars and Herods of the world is still working...and we, no matter how small or insignificant we may feel, are as known by Him as an Innkeeper and Shepherds...and a Mary and Joseph were in those days.
Christmas is God's magic...
It is a joy to have family to share Christmas with...and in honor of my grandchildren...all 5 of them...I repeat this prose I discovered years ago...It still tugs at my heart and brings a smile. A little child understands - here's what Christmas is all about:
She was five,
sure of the facts,
and recited them
with slow solemnity,
convinced every word
was revelation.
She said,
"They were so poor they only had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to eat and they went a long way from home without getting lost.
The lady rode a donkey, the man walked, and the baby was inside the lady.
They had to stay in a barn, with an ox and ass (hee‑hee)
but there were three rich men who found them because a star lited the roof.
Shepherds came and you could pet the sheep but not feed them.
Then the baby was borned!!"
Her eyes inflated to the size of silver dollars.
"The Baby was God!" And she jumped in the air,
whirled around, dove into the sofa and buried her head under the cushion...
which is the only proper response to the Good News of Jesus' Birth!
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU!
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