It’s a morning like any other. The silent night was broken by incredible shouts of thunderstorms. The darkness created an incredible backdrop of a lightning light show, which created a sleepless concern for our pups, despite their exhaustion from a long w-a-l-k to the p-a-r-k yesterday. I try to get more sleep after the calm settles back in, but have too much on my mind. Too many lists. Much to do.
It’s 7:30 but the light is just breaking through thanks to the rain. The little white lights placed around the house are a relief to guide the way.
It’s time to put on some coffee: Kenyan single origin. It’s time to put on some music: Vince Guaraldi Trio playing “Charlie Brown Christmas.” Louis wakes with me and gives large puppy stretches walking into the kitchen. There are notifications on my phone. I don’t want to see the news. It’s still a demanding rain outside so I check our house for the spots with the typical leaks. So far so good, but my ears are on alert for drips that sound out of place.
It’s a morning just like every other.
But it’s a morning unlike any other.
It’s Christmas morning. Today, a promise was fulfilled. Today, we were given a future. We were given freedom. After the darkness but now the dawn has come. We have seen a great light.
“For unto us a child is born. Unto us a son a given, and the government will be upon his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace” (Is 9:6)
But I wonder. Does everyone see the great light? Do some choose to pull the covers back over their eyes and stay in the darkness? Either way, a child is born unto us. A light is given.
Unto Us: You. Me. Them. Saint and sinner alike. Unto us: The mother in the grocery store with the screaming child. The family celebrating a child being born. The people standing at the gravesite. The athlete and the artist, the blue collar and the white collar. Unto us: The party at the house that is full of laughter as well as the woman who is alone with her grief and memories, wishing she had one more moment with her child. Unto Us: The refugee and the military guard. The priest giving communion at the candlelight service and the soul in the back who thinks he’s not worthy. Unto us a son is given. A son who loves, who provides, who protects. But more than that. This son brings wisdom. Brings hope. Brings peace.
In case you needed to hear it, fear not. Light has dawned for you. A son was given for you. You.
“Do not be afraid, for I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today, in the town of David, a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.” (Luke 2:11)