Up the lantern-lit path, into the woods he ran ahead of me. I followed after, straining to see which way the dark, leafy trail would turn next.
I could have lost sight of him in the night, had he not felt compelled to pause at every single lantern. Peering down into each sand-filled paper sack, his face gleamed at the flickering candle, “Another Light. More lights.” Then back on task, he would race to the next one, “I wanna see the manger!”
In anticipation, we walked with a random group of friends and neighbors through this live nativity. The winding trail offered several narrated scenes commemorating the first Christmas.
At each stop along the way, Asa would work his way through our small rambling crowd to see the action, and hear the Word. He wanted to see the angel. He wanted to pet the sheep. He wanted to be the announcer! In his excitement, I repeated my hushed reminders of being a good listener and keeping our voice down. He did his best;) *And when we lingered too long in one place, he experimented with dead leaves and open flames. It’s fine.
At last, we rounded a cluster of rocks to see a manger aglow by a tree-mounted flood light. There were Mary and Joseph holding a mysteriously small, motionless bundle. But the quasi-realistic staging still somehow whispered, “Messiah has come.” On cue, three costumed shepherds rose from their rock and entered the scene.
“And the shepherds said to one another, ‘Come let us go to Bethlehem and see …”
And there they went - all four of them. The last little shepherd boy, kneeling before the infant king was much smaller, and dressed in an Old Navy hoodie and his Bass Pro Shop hat.
My prideful preference for a two-year-old to behave and be subtle was overshadowed by the divine beauty of it all. Despite all my self-consciousness, I could not possibly rip him away from his curiously pure worship. After a moment, it was those standing quietly at a distance who seemed almost inappropriate.
Jesus says, “Let the little children come to me.”
On an evening, where I set out to show my son something about Jesus, Jesus had something to show me through my son.
How often do I sincerely search for glimpses of glory? Do I consistently pause to take in the wonder of Light shining in the darkness? When have I rushed to discover and share the place where Jesus rests? What crowds do I need to edge my way out of in order to get a clearer perspective? What is my part to play? Why do I stay back too often … placing premium on propriety?
Perhaps my intentions should be to BEHOLD instead of to BEHAVE.
*Beholding is becoming, then behavior follows supernaturally.
At Christmas, and every day …
I pray we find our way … to the Way … from light to light.
From glory to glory, I pray we are changed.
I pray we light the way for others. “Another light. More light.”
Offering peace while the world around us strives and contrives,
Promising hope where darkness crowds, and
Showing love when so many are in need.
May this season reveal surprisingly beautiful aspects of His story in and through us.
May we chase toward the meaning and purpose of it all with humility and reverence …
and receive the selfless courage to step in and bow low.