Christmas Through the Glass Darkly

 

In all the Christmases in all my life this one feels the most fully deep, the most clarified, the most connected to its purpose. Perhaps because I am older, perhaps because my daughter is to have a baby, perhaps because the chaos of the world demands the Peace of Christmas. All of this and more brim my heart overflowing with the Love and Joy of Christmas, that Baby in the manger, the man He became, the Gift He gave. In the glass darkly we see and feel glimmers of Heavenly Delight, it beckons, we sense it. Christmas is a tiny parting of the curtain between that world and this; we get a peek. It feels exciting, it feels compelling, it feels . . . . like Christmas.