Our house is quiet tonight. The celebration of Christmas has changed through the years as the children have grown. There is a whole different tone and tenor to Christmas when the children are young. Christmas Eve was always a big deal at my mom's house. Those things changed in recent years as mom's age and physical condition declined. Her death less than two months ago is a solemn reminder of the ebbs and flows of life. Now I am patiently waiting for Midnight Mass. (Okay, I am trying to figure out whether to take a nap or not.)
The bright moonlight gently glistening through the window gives a hint as to the glory of that night so long ago. Glory to God in the highest! I can almost sense the wonder of the shepherds. The gentle flicker of a candle in our home calls me to prayer and reflection. When my parents and godparents received the candle at my baptism we were instructed to keep the flame of faith burning brightly. When I think at how many times I have failed to do that I am especially grateful for the celebration of Christmas. I know that Jesus came to redeem me. What a blessing we celebrate on this holy night!
Sing with all your heart this Christmas season.
O Come Let Us Adore Him, Christ the Lord!
The bright moonlight gently glistening through the window gives a hint as to the glory of that night so long ago. Glory to God in the highest! I can almost sense the wonder of the shepherds. The gentle flicker of a candle in our home calls me to prayer and reflection. When my parents and godparents received the candle at my baptism we were instructed to keep the flame of faith burning brightly. When I think at how many times I have failed to do that I am especially grateful for the celebration of Christmas. I know that Jesus came to redeem me. What a blessing we celebrate on this holy night!
Sing with all your heart this Christmas season.
O Come Let Us Adore Him, Christ the Lord!
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