It is a bitter cold, sunny Christmas Eve morning. There are certain things that are so splendid that I am always moved to worship—if I had no God I would make one up to meet my need. Warm is one of them, warm lover in a cold bed, warm water on my old body, warm heart when looking at a sleeping grandbaby. There is no prize made up by man that can acknowledge warm, Nobel, Pulitzer, Congressional Medal of Honor, Oscar, all awards combined wouldn’t come close. Light is another one, a category akin to cosmos; only better. Last night we were all sitting around our Christmas tree snuggled up as only a big family can, watching a Christmas movie. BOOM!!! The power went out and we were plunged into a dark vacuum. Nothing. No movie, no tree, no sight…NO LIGHT. It was as it always is, SHOCKING! We were naturally, just for a twinkling moment, struck silent. Then a chorus of chaos. You understand. After a while our daughter-in-law, Allison suggested we do our Advent devotion. Our tiny Pri Pri lit the candle, Allison read the devotion about a struggling crimson red bird and I sat staring at the four candles burning. Warm! Light! In our darkness, utter, helpless, darkness—WARM! LIGHT!
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| Pri Pri our light lighter. |
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