Merry Christmas, God!
Aah, now that is a funny greeting. I suppose it ought to be Thank You for Christmas! Thank You for designing such an incredible way of showing forth Your Love! Such a beautiful way of creeping into our hearts . . . as a baby . . . after all we are wired to love and care for infants . . . puppies, kittens . . .
I can feel You now — loving me as I am, while encouraging me to sit up straighter — because it is better for me. Oh, my! Love is so full of soft and hard. Yet, even (or especially?) the Hards are for our benefit.
Laughing! You are laughing . . . and if I had Your Perspective . . . I would laugh too. But, You are crying, too, aren’t You. And MORE! How was it that old theologians thought You didn’t experience emotions? Hm. For centuries emotions were shoved off onto women . . . men had to be logical and rational . . . and do unbearable things . . . how COULD they feel?
As I sit — slightly straighter — I marvel that we think we might comprehend You. You are like the light of this firework — multicolored and ever shifting. And, bright and beautiful! And we humans only see a very small percentage of the electromagnetic waves that comprise visible light.
Aah. Yet, You want us to know and receive Your Love! You keep on keeping on . . . wanting us to stop our foolishness and open to You. To become –day by day — moment by moment — new creatures in You.