Tuesday, 24 December: 16 But blessed are your eyes, for they see, and
your ears, for they hear. 17 Truly I tell you, many prophets and
righteous people longed to see what you see, but did not see it, and to hear
what you hear, but did not hear it. Matthew 13:16-17
The house is quiet.
Christy, our houseguests, and Kimmy the cat have all retired for the eve. A few
minutes ago our house fairly rang with laughter and conversation. All of the
Robinson clan gathered for our traditional Christmas Eve meal of tamales,
refried beans, guacamole, and leche-flan. Tomorrow everyone will return to
exchange gifts, share another meal, and watch some favorite Christmas movies.
Once again the house will be full of laughter and genial banter. Now, however,
quiet reigns and I reflect. Some two thousand years ago, all of creation held
its breath while a young Hebrew girl strained her way through labor. Then, in a
rush, a child was born, and everything changed. Melina of expectant breathless waiting
for a promise, fulfilled all at once. Prophets, kings, and wise men longed to
see this day. They ached to see God’s breakthrough into our meager existence. And
so I too wait; wait for the coming of Immanuel, the renewal of my tired old
heart, the promised new wine, the dreaming of dreams.
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