A neighbor of mine said something the other day that struck a chord with me. It’s not that it was a great revelation – or that I hadn’t heard it before – but it was (I guess) what I needed to hear – so my heart grabbed onto his words and took them for my own. He was quoting his father saying, “Christmas is not a day. It’s a season.”
After the whirlwind of activity of the past week – particularly the Christmas Eve and Christmas Day marathons – I finally sit here in our LazyBoy Chair – in a (relatively) quiet house – and I’m able to let the reality of the true meaning of Christmas sink softly into my bones.
I’m able to really appreciate the ambience of the tree with its sparkling lights – an evergreen tree – evergreen like God’s love is everlasting – ever constant – fresh, alive. The lights make me think of the Christ Child – a glimmer of radiant light coming into a cold, dark world – a hope – our redemption.
The baby Jesus lays, at last, on the hay in our manger scene. Like the wisemen and shepherds, we stand in awe of this miracle that we have witnessed, if only through faith. Or is it through faith alone? We receive this beautiful Savior each time we receive the Eucharist. It wasn’t enough for Him to come into our world – to die for us – He now comes into our bodies. Who has ever given of Himself to another human being so completely – so selflessly, but Christ?
You and I are loved with a love that is so genuine, so all-encompassing, so unfathomable. Let us sit with that reality and allow Him to wrap us in that knowledge. May the Peace of this Christmas Season – the Peace of the Christ Child surround you this day.