Most people treasure the quiet of Xmas eve, gazing at the lit tree in solemn stillness with the presents ready to hatch their goodies the next day. But I seem to enjoy the quiet of the day after. I'm sitting here in the quiet of the living room looking at an unlit tree bathed in the sunlight of a new day. It reminds me of the true meaning of this season, without the frills and issues of another promise of gifts, food or Xmas carols. It's the quiet and peace of stillness that reminds us of who we are.
Today, many will be shopping for bargains in a mad frenzy of financial wherewithal, but be it known forevermore, the bargains are not real, and the mystery of the moment is false to the unknowing eyes of those who seek to commercialize the religious and spiritual moment of the past few days.
So, let' summarize. We celebrated the birth of a baby that occurred about 2,000 years ago, on a day recognized as a pagan Roman holiday, and we have been preparing for this event since July, only to be reminded it was not enough to begin with, so we go shopping, again!!!!
But, right now, in this quiet living room of my home, I am confronted with the reality of who I am, what I am, and what I will be, forevermore.
