This is the moment

This is the moment.

The trees have been trimmed. The wreathes have been hung.

The gifts have been bought and wrapped.

The traffic has faded.

The children are abed.

The last notes of “Silent Night” hang in the air.

And in this moment,

in this still moment,

there is time to pause –

not to reflect,

not to gather energy for the new day –

but to simply be.

And in this moment,

there is time to wonder,

and time to understand – if only for a moment –

what it means to be a child of God.

Silent Night, Holy Night.

Merry Christmas.