The Quiet Moments of Christmas …
This Blue Nativity by Jim Shore now has a home behind the glass doors of my China cabinet. It reminds me that love isn’t a season.
During the sweet still hours of Christmas midnights I find the peace and balm my spirit seeks.
In the quiet shadows Lynn and I whisper together about our love and gratitude for Jesus Christ.
Sometimes I picture Bethlehem, other times Gethsemane or Jerusalem.
In my mind I see as if I were there. Tears both of joy and of sorrow spill from my eyes.
His entire life was one of love, obedience, and sacrifice. It seemed to come unbidden to him. The rest of us struggle to become charitable. Charity, remember, is pure love.
The tinsel and glitter of Christmas spent with family and friends is fun and creates beautiful memories. What I love most, though, are the feelings invoked during the still, reflective moments; like when I hear a beautiful Christmas song that leads me to mull over the miraculous things I believe.
One of my personal, happiest times of the holiday season comes on Christmas morning when Lynn and I take a private moment and find a spot to read the letters we’ve written and placed in each other’s Christmas Stocking. Once a year we do this to express our gratitude and specifically tell each other what it is that keeps us in love. Believe me, it is very gratifying to receive a thoughtful, sincere, love letter for Christmas.
That reminds me, I still need to finish my letter to Jesus.
