Snow at my house.
I just need to ask, how does Christmas look?
I have watched PBS's
Christmas in France. The customs varied from area to area- Paris celebrated
differently than they did in the countryside. There were beautiful, snowy
scenes; even a horse-drawn sleigh. Is that how Christmas looks?
Or is it the Christmas pageant with little ones dressed in
shepherds robes or wearing crowns like the 3 kings? Is it the live manger scene
in front of the big church downtown? Or it is the Christmas tree with colorful gifts underneath? It is midnight mass? The company party?
Having been a nurse for 50 years, I have worked many Christmases
caring for sick, injured, sad, lonely, dying people? Is that how Christmas
looks?
For each of us it is
different; and it may change from year to year.
As I prepare throughout Advent for the celebration of Christ's
birth, I try to envision Christmas from the viewpoint of the angels, of Joseph,
of the shepherds, of Mary, and so on. But I never thought of Christ's birth
from His grandmother's point of view.
Guess it's because my son left today to join his family in another
state. The weather is bad. I'm not
sure if he arrived safely. He may be stranded.
As a mom, I am wondering if he's in an airport or was he able to
get a room? Are my grandkids okay? Do they have a place to lay their heads tonight?
Is that what "Christmas" may have been for Mary's mother? Was she
worrying about about Mary traveling when she was so close to her delivery time?
Was she concerned that they'd find a place to stay? Did she realize that it
would be more than days, more than even weeks or months before she'd met her
grand baby? Did she understand who this baby was?
Was "Christmas" a day of continuous prayer for Mary's safety? Or had
this mother disowned her daughter? Was she going to accept a baby that wasn't
even Joseph's? How would she react when the King decrees that all males under
two must die?
So many questions...
All I know for sure is
that I want to…
¯Go Tell It On the Mountain
that Jesus Christ Is Born!¯
Selah...
Think on this.
Connie
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