Christmas Eve’s blessings on you all. I hope it is a joyous day. I’m sick, still. Feeling pretty miserable, to be honest. Thankfully, I can rest these next few days. I pray you all take some time to meditate on the birth of our Lord. I don’t think I’ll be able to make it to midnight mass or to the family Christmas party. It’s hard not to be able to do things, to be still. Maybe that’s what I need to do, though; maybe it’s time to be still and think on the wonders of God made man, of God made a baby, of God in a manger. In one of my favorite books, The Everlasting Man, Chesterton has a chapter, God in the Cave. God, under the earth, outcast and known first by shepherds, by those, I am told, were on the lower rung of society. The kingly wise men only come later. For now, to the poor and outcast, to those almost buried like the dead, is Christmas coming.
Christmas Eve 2025
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