...and he was screaming.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night?
Thank you over-stimulation and sugar.
As I opened his door, he came running,
babe arms open wide.
Reassurance needed
in the dark night.
I rocked him back and forth,
back and forth,
drowning out his moans and gasps
with steady, calm whispers
of peace and presence.
Only the night-light pierced the darkness.
Such an ample picture of me.
Such an ample picture of the true Christmas story.
Cries in the night,
swallowing darkness,
overwhelming loneliness,
pressures,
expectations.
And yet, in the midst of chaos,
in the midst of fear,
The Word comes.
"Do not be afraid," He says.
The light bursts forth,
piercing the darkness,
offering hope,
comfort,
peace.
Not only for me and my microcosm.
But hope,
comfort,
peace,
offered for the world.
To a world who is crying out,
writhing with over-stimulation and glut,
like a babe
needing his mama
on a Christmas night.
The Light has come.
The Light shines.
Forever and forever.
Happy birthday, Jesus.
Merry Christmas to you and yours. May the Light of Christ fill you with all light and hope; so that you might deeply know again...
where there is light,
there can never be darkness.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
He was with God in the beginning.
Through him all things were made;
without him nothing was made that has been made.
In him was life,
and that life was the
light of all people.
The light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness has not overcome it.
The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world.
~John 1:1-5, 9
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