Christmas Even night is such a beautiful time. Everything is done and the merry and bright quiets into still and holy.
I find it so easy to be still when taking in the holy and awesome moments surrounding His birth.
The angels singing, “Glory to God!”
The wise men seeing a strange new star in the East.
The animals moving about their stalls.
Joseph preparing the manger and swaddling cloths.
The pregnant Mary giving birth to the God-man, Jesus.
It is all so awesome, so beautiful, so strange, so holy. And my heart breathes in peace and still in a way it rarely does the rest of the year.
It’s harder for me to find that same holy awe in Jesus’ parables or in Him overturning the money changers’ tables at the temple or in the bloodied view of the cross. Yet the awe and wonder, it should be there too.
Maybe it helps that I wait so expectantly for Christmas. We start planning gifts and cards months before December. We countdown from Thanksgiving with bated breath. Maybe, this is what heaven will be like.
If I wait for heaven with the same breath-held expectation, maybe heaven will feel like this giant release. Maybe heaven will feel like this stillness and peace that we can never quite find here on earth. Maybe heaven will feel like this stillness and peace my soul glimpses each Christmas Eve.
I want to daily await my Saviors presence with the same awe and wonder and sense of holy that I do on Christmas Eve…I’m praying that I learn how.