These early Christmas hours feels very sacred, the air vibrating with Aumen–a celestial song of the Infinite. The Christmas tree lite, and tiny lights all around the crèche scene on the fireplace mantel.
As I stand and gaze at the images of the dear holy family, I touch the feet of the blessed baby Jesus. A thrill of Divine Presence captures my soul. A powerful surge thrills throughout every cell of my body. I stand enraptured for some time. Then my attention is drawn to the Holy Mother, and compassion for what she must have gone through humanly, the strain and stress of travelling when so fully pregnant, the uncertainties she had faced, the surrender of her soul, the handmaiden of God—all come flooding into me.
Gradually my attention swings to Joseph, again on a human level, the sense of family responsibility and the uncertainties. His intuition told him his soon to be wife was pure. His intuition would take the little family to far away Egypt to protect them, and tell him when it was safe to return. A man of strength, courage, conviction and perfect faith.
Then I looked at the angel blowing her horn in celebration, in joy and sounds of bliss! Yes, a night to celebrate, God with us! And the wise men, certainly saints and sages all—men of transcendent vision. They bow at the feet of a baby, in perfect submission to the Divine child. And the shepherd boy, coming without the understanding of the wise men, but in the simplicity of childlike love and faith. All have a place in this pageant of Light and Love come to the world; the redeemer of mankind and a blessing to all.
Then my vision is drawn to the picture of Mother, looking at the holy scene as from above. Born on Christmas day, a birthdate-harbinger for the life she was to live—a Christ-like life. She too would suffer, not be understood, would strive for, and be loyal to God to the very end. A lover of Truth, a servant of her Guru through thick and thin. That life is now over Mother, and now you reside in the great heavens, serving all, even as you served on earth. Happy birthday Mother! I surrender at your feet.
And you, my dear Ones, may you also feel this warmth of love and sacredness of Christmas; a happy day filled with Divine remembrance and wonder-filled activities.
With all love and blessings,
David