Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Morning Thanks--Christmas Eve
On Christmas Eve in our church, a little boy sitting just down the row was so taken with the candle in his hands and the whole candlelight service around him that his face glowed as if aflame itself, his eyes teaching wonder anew.
He was Hispanic, not someone whose roots, like so many others’, grow deeply into this rich Iowa soil—maybe that was part of the startling joy I felt.
What I saw in the glow of a lit candle on that boy’s face was just about what all want out of Christmas. In the glow of the gift of a baby, we want somehow to experience something profound enough to help us weather the rest of our lives. Of course that we get what we want at Christmas doesn’t always happen.
But doesn’t always isn’t never, and for one brilliant moment last night (which is not to say there weren’t others) that little boy’s charmed little face offered every ounce of the astonishment we all hope for.
For just that moment, just that look and those big eyes on Christmas Eve, I’m thankful, and will be for a long time.