Saturday, December 10, 2005

One of the things that keeps me sane around Christmas is the image of Christ as an infant.

I sometimes fantasize about what it would be like to be a time traveler and go back for 15 minutes on the night of His birth, and sneak into the manger, besides the donkeys and lambs…just to stand by and look at him.

In the stable, with Mary & Joseph looking on, all the sacrifices, the tragedy and the pain to befall Christ as an adult…have yet to come.

For now, they are resting…they’re in transition…but enjoying the peace.

The simple joy of beholding the peace and goodness of the newborn Jesus…on that hushed night...turns into the focal point of my faith.

I won't worry about where I'm going, or what the future will bring. I will allow myself to instead rest in the peace of the moment of the manger – the air still and heavy with the Spirit of God. I'll even pick Him up and cradle Him in my arms.

I'm going to stay for as long as I like…no need to rush ahead.