The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.
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I don't know why that walk home that night has always been a crystal memory for me captured forever like a snow globe. Not a Christmas night since as passed without my thinking of that moment. I was a teenager returning home alone after midnight from the services at the church. The New England winter had already snowed. The paths were clear and the sky was black and I could see the stars through the cloud of my breath frozen in the night air. I looked up which I didn't often do because I simply had a tendency to look down at the immediate space in front of me. The moment happened. My Christmas moment. I stopped beneath the stars and above my cold feet. I looked up and could not help but say out loud, "Imagine my Savior born on such a night." The words became puffs of snowy air that lingered for a second and then gave way again to the starry sky. It was an intensely private moment that seems too good to remain private. So I share it with you. May you know the miracle of the Christ child born to shepherds and kings and teenagers walking home.
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Jesus, may every child at Christmas know a home in you. Amen.
Author's Note: ELOGOS takes a break until after the first of the year. Thank you for your partnership in the Gospel from the first day to the last. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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