The hour is late and my eyes are burning with lack of sleep.
Christmas is here.
Mr. Gray-glo is not ready emotionally for its arrival.
The house is cleaned and decorated. A beautiful tree stands tall in the living room decorated with over 30 years of memories. Gifts are now arranged beneath and about it wrapped in multiple patterned papers.
The nativity now has baby Jesus placed in his manger.
And I realize that within my own manger I have not set a place for him.
Each year we do similar things getting ready for today, for Christmas Day.
I have come to accept that when it comes to the deeper spiritual relationship, deeper meaning of Christmas Day, deeper connection to it as the celebration of the birth of The Christ…I am outside looking in and on without the awe and more importantly the faith.
There is a tension here this year that I feel. Some I have created and some I have responded to, and the rest just seems to find me and us.
And yet, no matter what lack of spirit and lack of faith I have, Christmas Day is here.
Some years you must just go through the motions and maybe be rewarded by a blessing of some spirit, some faith, some measure of meaning.
This is one such year.
So, to each of you, my hope for you is that you need not be outside looking into a manger but are indeed present with the manger inside you.
But for you who are like me this year and from year to year: fear not missing out, go out and at least window shop the nativity like many citizens did when first hearing of the birth but not knowing why or believing why this birth was anything different.
We need not be visited by Dicksonian spirits to keep Christmas in our hearts. But maybe a little whisper in the ear of encouragement will suffice.