“Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.” - Hamilton Wright Mabie
One- May you have the gladness of Christmas
All- which is hope.
One- The spirit of Christmas
All- which is peace
One- The heart of Christmas
All- which is love. – Ada V Hendricks
Quotes & Readings
There is a strange irony in the usual salutation, ‘Merry Christmas,’ when most of the people on this planet are thrown back upon themselves for food which they do not possess, for resources that have long since been exhausted, and for vitality which has already run its course. Nevertheless, the inescapable fact remains that Christmas symbolizes hope even at a moment when hope seems utterly fantastic. The raw materials of the Christmas mood are a newborn baby, a family, friendly animals, and labor. An endless process of births is the perpetual answer of life to the fact of death. It says that life keeps coming on, keeps seeking to fulfill itself, keeps affirming the margin of hope in the presence of desolation, pestilence, and despair. It is not on accident that the birth rate seems always to increase during times of war, when the formal processes of man are engaged in the destruction of others. Welling up out of the depths of vast vitality, there is something at work that is more authentic than the formal discursive design of the human mind. As long as this is true ultimately, despair about the human race is groundless. Howard Thurman
Look now! It is happening again! Love like a high spring tide is swelling to fullness and overflowing the banks of our small concerns. And here again is the star, that white flame of truth blazing the way for us through a desert of tired ways. Once more comes the music, angel song that lifts our hearts and tunes our ears to the harmony of the universe, making us wonder how we ever could have forgotten. And now the magi within us gathers up gifts of gold and myrrh, while that other part of ourselves, the impulsive, reckless shepherd, runs helter-skelter with arms outstretched to embrace the wonder of it all. We have no words to contain our praise. We ache with awe, we tremble with miracle, as once again, in the small rough stable of our lives, Christ is born. – Aotearoa Psalms (Nativity), by Joy Cowley
“A lovely thing about Christmas is that it’s compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together.” ― Garrison Keillor
Seed of Christmas Wonder
Silent space! Holy space! Inner calm, inner light. Every moment in life is pregnant with possibility. You don’t always know how it was conceived. But the miracle of each moment’s arrival invites your sensual wonder; a new possibility, a new insight, a new wisdom. What surprising new birth is awaiting your awareness right now?
Say Together: Say “yes” to now. Say “I don’t know” to mystery. Say “thank you” to life.