perhaps what i mean to say is that its amazing that your love was mine
Luke 2:1-14 Prayer: God, may the words of my lips and the meditations of all our hearts be part of the proclamation; “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace among all those God favors.” Amen. “O’ holy night, O’ silent night,” This story, it just seems to capture the holiness, the silence, the stillness we associate Christmas with. What is about this story the invites us into those quite places? This story, for me, evokes memories of standing barefoot in my parent’s house, tiptoeing on cold feet to look out the backdoor. I don’t know why, but on Christmas Eve, in the bleak midwinter, the world seemed especially holy and still to me. It felt like things were just ripe for something holy to break through those dark blue Midwestern skies… When I hear this story, I get that same feeling. And, I suspect, I am not alone. What is it about this story? Why does it arrest our imagination so? Why does this story about a birth draw us into those still, quiet and h...