Busyness and noise…presents yet to be wrapped…Christmas dinner – has the turkey thawed yet?…the table covered with cookies, frosting smears, and stray sprinkles…and someone – we won’t name names – is singing “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” at the top of her voice.
On top of everything else, if we don’t get a move on, we’ll be late for Christmas Eve service!
Is that cat climbing the Christmas tree again?
As silent as snowflakes dusting the ground, Christmas comes in pristine whiteness. The babe in the manger, the choirs of angel voices, the shadow of the cross.
With painful glory, the promise is repeated. Do you hear it?
Hope is born.
Life takes on new meaning.
God enters our lives.
A turn of the head and the glimmer of light is captured at the edge of our vision.
God enters our lives in peace, hope, promise, life.
God enters our lives to bring us to Himself.
And a baby is born.