Looking for Christmas


Looking for Christmas
 

 A few years ago, my husband and I spent Christmas alone. When spending Christmas with relatives, our day is usually spent stopping by the home of various family members. Without family obligations, we decided to start the day by going to mass. I was secretly hoping I would find Christmas there and I did.

The setting was perfect -- a beautifully decorated church and a choir who began mass with a spirited Joy to the World. At one point the doors of the church flew open by a strong gust of wind, toppling over several poinsettias. Was "He" announcing his arrival? Mass continued in the usual manner but with a great number of parishioners taking communion than on a non-holiday Sunday. It ended and then Christmas appeared. I saw mothers taking their children to see the nativity scene and taking care to explain who the characters represented and tell them about the birth of Christ. I also saw people in deep prayer, one man embracing a crucifix with one arm and raising the other as if reaching for God. To witness such profound love and devotion was deeply moving. On a day overrun by commercialization  and materialism, I managed to find Christmas and it was a miracle.