I wrote this meditation a few years ago. It's included in Words for Winter.
Christmas calls us back and calls us home, swelling our world with promise, hope, and great expectations. We become children again, leaving footprints in the snow, tracking the way to where the heart draws.
Cold and snow drive us to the warmth of being together. Lights blinking in windows and bright stars in the darkening sky lead and guide us.
Oak, hickory, and pine smoke scents the crisp air. A thick blanket of snow wraps us in intimate quietness. The white earth glows in the brimming moonlight and crunches beneath our booted feet.
Opening the door, fresh baked cookie steam sheens our pinked-cheek faces. We are home and safe. It’s Christmas again.
It is the season of redemption that we carol. New life is His gift, green and fresh as a Christmas tree trimmed brightly with love, joy, and peace.
A candle glows, the star of Bethlehem, above a tiny nativity where frozen figures stand their roles as they do faithfully year after year. And just as faithfully, the Christ whose birth we celebrate stands guard over our hearts, a stable, immutable presence.
The child-man, Jesus, who is the Star of Bethlehem, the Dayspring, the Candle of Love lighting our hearts, heralds us back to Him, to a life evergreen and bright, to shine forever against the night.
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