“The Infant Christ is the whole Christ. Christ was not more God, more Christ, more man, on the Cross than He was in His Mother’s womb. His first tear, His first smile, His first pulsation in the womb of His Mother, could have saved the world.”
Like the shepherds, who watched over their flock by night and were thus present to see a host of heavenly angels, I have kept watch this Advent, too.
Is that troublesome person a sign? Can I quell my impatience, fear, my own pain for a few minutes in order to be present to this other person in pain? Can I keep my heart open in spite of the rejection, rebuffs and misunderstandings to which every human being is subject?
Do I notice the heart-wrenching beauty of a sheaf of mesquite branches against the night sky? Am I pulsating every moment with gratitude that, in a continuing miracle of the loaves and fishes, I am in good physical, emotional, spiritual, mental (more or less) and financial health? Would people please leash their monstrously untrained dogs? WHOOPS!
Merry Christmas to all, with gratitude for your readership, spirits, works, joys, sufferings, and prayers–
Christ is born. Glory to God in the highest.