I Saw Christmas

I saw Christmas

in the shimmer of lights

strung across porches and steeples,

twinkling like the great star in the East

guiding wanderers toward hope.

I saw it

as I drove through towns

and under concrete bridges,

past wooded lots where shadows moved—

people gathered close for warmth,

wrapped in blankets layered

against the sharp December night.

I whispered Merry Christmas

not as a greeting

but as a prayer,

remembering the Child

who came for all—

cradled in a manger,

cradled in the margins,

cradled in the cold.

And then I saw angels—

not on high,

but here on earth:

bearing gifts not of gold,

frankincense, or myrrh,

but socks, blankets, hand warmers,

and the quiet dignity

of being seen.

In that passing moment

I knew the story wasn’t finished—

for Christ still comes

where love bends low,

and angels still gather

where need is great.

I saw Christmas

not in what we keep,

but in what we give.

May the Holy One bless your seeing, deepen your compassion, and steady your hope for the world God loves.

Peace & Grace,

Pastor Tim