It is the first night of Christmas.
Last evening the tree was bright with color, and yet this night, all that remains is a bag of wrapping paper and pine and balsam needles.
In a year that has seen over 300,000 people die.
When we can’t hug and must cover our mugs( even if we wanted to show them off).
In a year, when we have stayed away from one another to keep them and us safe.
We gathered and complained about how this year wasn’t like any other.
So it is the first night of Christmas. Shouldn’t we be rejoicing that Last night reminds us that God is still there, reminding us that we are loved. Why aren’t we living expectantly, hopefully with healing in our thoughts? What are we learning in our living, in our reaching to those in our world?
May the surprise of the nativity lead us to the discipline of love reaching out and trains us yet again to the wonder.
