A year ago, I had my doubts as to whether or not I would put up a real Christmas Tree. It is a challenge when you live alone and no extended family really visits this house anymore. Who would see it?
This house is awash with memories of friends and family that last more than a century. It as seen over a 100 Christmases. It has seen the laughter and the tears that come with life. It has seen the solemn joy of many weddings, baptism, confirmations, and greeted each life’s passing with remembrance.
Christmas continues to bring the joy of peace on earth, goodwill among men even in times when that seems so far from reality. Christmas brings the hope for all mankind for real peace. It came quietly 2000 years ago in an obscure small village in one of the far-flung quarters of the Roman Empire. It came with the birth of a baby in a manger who would grow up to take on the sins of this whole world.
For me there is an interplay between light and its reflection in the ornaments.
Christmas is after all a season of light. It’s reason to celebrate is simply that 2000 years ago, the Light of the World was born.
The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone.