Christmastime
There was never a better Christmas, or Christmas Eve. Three services, three candlelit moments… Pure adoration.
I’ve fallen in love with the idea of “Thin Places” recently: those places or events in life where the dividing line between the holy and the ordinary is very thin, to the point that the ordinary becomes holy and the holy becomes ordinary.
Christmas, to me and to quite a few people I think, is a thin place. The shimmering lights, the candles, the evergreen, the joy — it’s a magical time of year, and the time that I can hear my soul crying out for that something more. It’s a strange thing that humans ever started the search for some higher being. Who came up with the idea of a soul? But it’s this time of year that I can really feel my bones calling their maker, feel my body singing for its heavenly lover.
So thankful for a savior. A baby that came to rule the nations. A startling thought.
Follow the star to a place unexpected
Would you believe, after all we’ve projected,
A child in a manger? Is this who we’ve waited for?
