Its my favorite night. Its that moment where it feels like the world slows down to a halt.
I remember one night a few years ago. It was the storybook Night Before Christmas. The kind of night that Christmas cards are made about. The stockings were hung, the children were nestled, and it snowed. I stepped outside for a moment.
Christmas is something different to everyone.
To some, its about family.
To others, its about tradition.
To the young ones, it can be about the gifts.
I am blessed with so many treasured memories of Christmas. Baking with mom. Christmas PJs. Luminaries at Austin Road. The reading of the Christmas story.
But nights like tonight, there is only one thing on my mind.
On nights like tonight, I long to take a moment from the shopping, baking, wrapping and celebrating to follow the calm, bright light leading to our savior. It doesn't seem that complicated. After all, I imagine there was chaos during the time of his birth.
I can't imagine the pressures of their time were less than those of ours. And yet, they paused and followed the light.
I missed the luminaries at Austin Road. I didn't get to bake with my mom. And its still Christmas Eve. Its a little harder to celebrate without the "comforts" of the season, but its still Christmas.
There is one thing that must be present for Christmas to occur. On this night, our savior was born.
Take a moment to remember the reason for the season.
Look for the star. Jesus, Lord at thy birth.