As I settled into my chair Monday morning, I uttered a “Merry Christmas, Lord,” through the pre-dawn darkness. Ignoring how silly that sounded, it felt right, my mind went on a Squirrel. It occurred to me we don’t know the actual date Jesus was born but God the Father does. And He ain’t telling. Think about all the mundane details God could give us about history and life but He keeps it to Himself. That’s fine by me. I already know more than I can deal with.
Maybe that knowledge is why He created us in His image and gave us free will. I imagine it spices up His days watching our antics and, in a sense, never knowing what we will do next. I say, “in as sense” because I don’t understand the point of view of omnipotence and omniscience. Those are the joys the season brings to mind. God not only intervened in history, He invented it and maintains it.
Keep in mind that according to the church calendar, Christmas is not over. It is just beginning. I believe it goes to January 6 when Epiphany begins. You can take down the lights, put away the music and clean up the gift wrappings but don’t abandon the awareness that God is with us, Emmanuel.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
homo unius libri
Tuesday, December 26, 2023
Opus 2023-325: Christmas, Phase II
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