Happy Feast of the Nativity of Our Lord!
Among the many homilies I have heard, a few stick with me. One of them was built on the idea that while we have all been through Christmas before, each one is different in its own way. That's very true.
Yesterday we went to the Children's Mass and it was great. Despite sub-zero wind chills and near-white out conditions, the place was packed with extended families and friends greeting one another. This wasn't the normal hand-shaking an nods in the pews, either. Children dashed about the church, embracing aunts, uncles and grandparents. It was great to see.
The children's choir was also perfect. Mostly in tune, and very sweet, they also went after a couple of carols with the wild abandon of youth, belting out the high notes in total disregard of intonation.
The awful weather prevented our full family from attending, and that was also poignant. Our feast afterwards was somewhat subdued for that reason, though we hope to get everyone together today.
That's why each day has to be seen as fresh and new. I've celebrated dozens of Christmases, and yet each is unique in its own way. We should approach holidays with a freshness and expectation because in a sense, the birth of the Christ-child is an ongoing thing. Every day someone learns of it for the first time, or experiences it more fully than before. I went through 33 Christmases before I entered the Church. I'm still learning its true meaning.
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