Christmas is not as much about opening our presents as opening our hearts. ~J.L.W. Brooks
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
~ Luke 2:11-14
We solved the problems of the world, processed out loud the cries of our hearts, our hopes, our joys, our fears, our loves, our challenges. The school year round, through the winter (unless it was below 20 degrees) we walked the hills of her little town, looking out into the harbor, the bay, Long Island Sound. I learned more about the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator than many do in full time study, she tells me she learned about taking God out of the box.
We saw each other through life and death and eternity, all in a scant three miles a day. When it came time to “fall back” with the clocks, we decried the darkness.
But at Christmas time, our mouths were often stilled, our eyes feasted on stars and lights, our hearts opened to the quiet beauty of a stable in a country far, far away, an evil king who never followed the star for himself, just cowered in fear and wreaked horror upon the children of Bethlehem and their families. We could nearly hear the stars singing out like a multitude of angels.
I have a fitbit now. It keeps track of my steps, and several other things, but, it will never light up the hills the way my friend did for me, and still does when we visit her in her new home in the country.
Thank you Lord, for this amazing friend, and for all the treasures you lay before our feet, like the Magi did for You.
Because of Him,