Christmas Eve

It’s Christmas Eve. The night when all things are possible. There’s a sigh of relief, as the shopping is finished. People leave their work wishing each other well. Dad comes home with treats from the office. The house is clean. The tree has never looked so pretty. Carefully wrapped gifts hold all that the kids imagine and only things that fit perfectly.

Christmas music befits the night. Joy to the world! Silent Night, Holy night. Candles are lit. Hearts are open to receive and believe the best. It’s a night of good news . . . a temporary truce upheld . . . in the fields and in our homes.

For a precious little moment on the calendar we see glimpses of another world. Neighbors take time to greet each other, the newspaper publishes good news, sons call from far away, a meal is served to the homeless, there’s time to burst forth in carols and Jesus gets the glory.

It’s a night I wish could go on forever. And then I remember . . . something He said.
“The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight to the blind, to release the oppressed, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.” Luke 4:18.19

So, on this Holy Night, I wish you the joy and peace that the angles proclaimed and Lord’s favor as you seek Him just like the wise men did.