Christmas Eve 2018
Dear Spirit of Christmas,
I am praying to you today as you are wide as the sky and loving as the sun and as compassionate as the moon. You are ancient and wise. You are the essence of what it is to be holy and humane. You are Creator God, Blessed Mother Mary, sweet Baby Jesus, and the unnamable mystery that is sometimes called Santa.
I believe in the purest truths of Christmas. I believe it is a time not just of miracles, but a time for us to open our hearts to miracles and miraculous wonderings and wanderings. I believe that the God of love, the Spirit of Christmas longs for us to take off the shroud of dusty unrealized dreams and lay them open to the night skies of Christmas eve… and trust… again and again that the way is opening up. We may wait a long time. We may not see the artistry taking place, but like wind chimes that move and sing by way of invisible musician’s hands, the Christmas Spirit is stirring.
I believe that the Blessed Mother Mary cherished the tears she wept both out of joy and sorrow and that she can fully comfort us in all the bitter sweetness of this life. She prays with us and for us with the purest of hearts that in our waiting and in our longing, we find peace to sustain us and the will to be faithful to our God. Our dreams, the dreams we dare not say aloud for fear of breaking them, she holds and blesses so we need not feel alone in our yearnings.
I believe that Baby Jesus loved. He loved that stinky stable. He loved his sweet Mama and his precious Daddy, and he found delight in the cows and sheep and He loved them, too. He loved the darkness of night and the stars that begged Him to look. He loved the guests, the journeys, the wonder. And he reminds us to allow what is present to be enough, to be the joy, and to be the love that steadies us in all and through all.
And I believe that tonight, there will be sleigh bells all around this world. They will ring with hope that every child of God will tend the dreams and prayers that long to be realized. Santa lives most fully, no doubt, in the hearts of all the dreamers who never cease to believe that what has not yet been possible, can still push up through the sod and be made known.
And so once again on this blessed Christmas Eve, I will lift my face and my heart, my prayers and my dreams to the holy winter sky and believe that the Spirit of Christmas is with us and for us. Ah, yes. Perhaps the bells ring not so much to help us to believe, but to remind us that God still believes in us. O, Holy Night… come and be welcomed.
Dear Spirit of Christmas,
I am praying to you today as you are wide as the sky and loving as the sun and as compassionate as the moon. You are ancient and wise. You are the essence of what it is to be holy and humane. You are Creator God, Blessed Mother Mary, sweet Baby Jesus, and the unnamable mystery that is sometimes called Santa.
I believe in the purest truths of Christmas. I believe it is a time not just of miracles, but a time for us to open our hearts to miracles and miraculous wonderings and wanderings. I believe that the God of love, the Spirit of Christmas longs for us to take off the shroud of dusty unrealized dreams and lay them open to the night skies of Christmas eve… and trust… again and again that the way is opening up. We may wait a long time. We may not see the artistry taking place, but like wind chimes that move and sing by way of invisible musician’s hands, the Christmas Spirit is stirring.
I believe that the Blessed Mother Mary cherished the tears she wept both out of joy and sorrow and that she can fully comfort us in all the bitter sweetness of this life. She prays with us and for us with the purest of hearts that in our waiting and in our longing, we find peace to sustain us and the will to be faithful to our God. Our dreams, the dreams we dare not say aloud for fear of breaking them, she holds and blesses so we need not feel alone in our yearnings.
I believe that Baby Jesus loved. He loved that stinky stable. He loved his sweet Mama and his precious Daddy, and he found delight in the cows and sheep and He loved them, too. He loved the darkness of night and the stars that begged Him to look. He loved the guests, the journeys, the wonder. And he reminds us to allow what is present to be enough, to be the joy, and to be the love that steadies us in all and through all.
And I believe that tonight, there will be sleigh bells all around this world. They will ring with hope that every child of God will tend the dreams and prayers that long to be realized. Santa lives most fully, no doubt, in the hearts of all the dreamers who never cease to believe that what has not yet been possible, can still push up through the sod and be made known.
And so once again on this blessed Christmas Eve, I will lift my face and my heart, my prayers and my dreams to the holy winter sky and believe that the Spirit of Christmas is with us and for us. Ah, yes. Perhaps the bells ring not so much to help us to believe, but to remind us that God still believes in us. O, Holy Night… come and be welcomed.
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