The ADVENTure is in the home stretch now, and give or take a last grocery run in the morning, I am home for the holiday. The tree is sparkling, the gifts are ready for wrapping. All of the menus are planned and a housekeeping head start should mean preparations tomorrow will go smoothly. We’ve been sharing stories of memories, and set forth on new traditions, too.
For many years, Christmas eve meant a late work night, and lots of details to attend to up til the last minute when the carols and candle light shifted the preparing to the presence. Even when the last of the candles were lit, we would recall that spiritually, and most practically when the celebrating is over…the work of Christmas is merely beginning. And so I share on this Christmas Lilith (the one before Christmas Eve she says with a chuckle) the words of the Rev. Howard Thurman…
When the song of angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flock,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among the brothers [and sisters],
To make music in the heart.