I have to say that I think Christmas is a magical time. I always have. It does get harder as you get older and have lost loved ones. You go about alternating between happiness and sorrow. Happiness that you are here, and hopefully healthy, and you can spend the beautiful blessing that is Christmas with the ones you love. Sorrow because so many that you love may no longer be here and the traditions shared gone.
Our church did a nativity play last night for area churches who celebrate Christmas. I enjoyed every aspect of it. The boys were in it, and I got to be able to see the whole thing from the start. I must admit that I have never really reflected too much on the birth of Jesus, but seeing the whole story play out in front you is magnificent and awe inspiring! Maybe also because I am a mother myself, but I was brought to tears when Mary gave birth to Jesus. Angels carried a baby out (no one could see) and sang Silent Night as the head angel delivered the baby to the arms of Mary. What a precious and fragile thing is life!
I was very proud of my religion, and proud too of my parish stepping forward and sharing the gift of Christ's birth. It brought a joyous feeling to me to know that a higher power is above looking down on us and watching. All the ones we've loved and lost, though no longer here on a physical element, are still within each of us. Watching, guiding, loving.
So, as this holiest of seasons starts, never forget, it started with a child, and a parents love. Isn't that what each of us bring to this world? Life everlasting! AMEN!
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