I love Christmas lights. They remind me of the Light of the World that was born to a travel-weary young girl and a worried carpenter who couldn't even find a decent room for the night. Can you imagine what Joseph must have felt like when Mary told him her water broke? He did not know anyone in Bethlehem, even though it was his family's ancestral home, for if he had known family, surely they would have given the young couple a place to stay.
So, as I look at Christmas lights, it is easy to ponder on that night so long ago when Mary lay on the dirt floor of the stable as Joseph waited at her side. You know, he may have even delivered the baby himself, for who else could have been there in time?
As you and your loved ones celebrate this joyous holy day, may the wonder of the real meaning of this season fill your hearts with peace and love.
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth, peace and goodwill toward men.
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