“Let us go now to Bethlehem and see this thing that has taken place.” Luke 2:15
It was the day before Christmas and here is what I saw:
A man panhandling on Bank Street.
Three clerks in the store working the early shift. They looked a bit haggard, but they were cheerful.
A new waitress at the diner who wasn’t quite as familiar with the habits and wants of the early morning customers as they were accustomed to.
The custodian washing the woodwork.
A man who struggled to walk doing some last minute Christmas shopping with his little boy.
A choir taking a risk and doing themselves proud. (Shall I sing for you? pa-rum-pum-pum pum…)
A young man and woman sitting by the window in the coffee shop – they were the only ones there.
A four-month old baby staring out at a church congregation while they stared back at her.
A man sitting in a pew who had been waiting for an entire year to hear Schubert’s Ave Maria sung at the Christmas Eve Service.
A young woman – beautiful with long brown hair and warm eyes who, 14 or 15 years ago I had held in the palm of my hand as a “premie”.
A man in an orange vest talking to that panhandler on Bank Street – and then giving someone a parking ticket.
A woman donned in a clergy robe whose previous owner now sings “with the choir of angels”, but whose spirit is still very present among us.
Headlines speaking of war and violence, of hatred and revenge; a mother who now waits joyfully as her second child grows in her womb; the face of a confused young man receiving an anonymous Christmas gift.
Amidst the smiles, the confused expressions, the beautiful music and the cacophony of traffic (tickets), the runners and the stumblers, here is what I see. I see Hallelujah.
Christ is born. God is with us.
A Blessed Christmas.