Waiting

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve - it seemed like we would never get here. Christmas has become to mean so much more to me tomorrow night verses Christmas Day. There is so much majesty in the evening, that perhaps some mystical and magical event happens between the time I close my eyes and when I wake up. That somehow during the unwrapping stage in the early morning Christ has been born and we rejoice in his birth....but it wasn't like that at all. It came so quietly and in the human raw that the only majesty was Emmanuel, Mary crying through child birth and my savior white with yuck. I don't want to think of Him that way - so feeble and vulnerable, but that was the cross as well. Yet I can not help but think that the angels lined up in rows, on bended knees - heads bowed low covered by wings ( I know...not all angels have wings), and perhaps Gabriel, or Micheal - or better yet Joe no named angel peaked a glance as God kissed His son goodbye to send him to earth - what a day knowing what would happen 32 years later. But this is my human interpretation, the reality of Christmas is so far beyond my menial understanding. Maybe that's why culture has tried to dull it down - because it's a concept too big to be boxed or purchased by credit. At any case - Christmas, what I have been preparing through all this long long long Advent - I think I am ready for you - Jesus I know I am ready for you. May our walk to Easter be slow and intimate. I love you.