Down the Sidewalk

Yesterday, I was walking down the sidewalk of a small, picturesque New England town.  I was drinking in the beauty of a brisk December day.  All to be expected for those of us who revel in the Christmas season. 

Unexpectedly, a distant memory flickered across my mind.  It was of a person who hurt me terribly many years ago. The betrayals were grievous and painful, and he is no longer part of my life.  The memories, however, are lodged in my mind.  What followed was more unexpected than the memories. 

The memories were accompanied by love and warm thoughts toward him. They were not self-generated.  They just quietly filled me. I even chuckled to myself over a funny experience we shared. 

Where did that come from? 

I think I know.

Year after year, the world hears the music and message of Jesus’ birth.  Millions of people experience the love and longing even though the Source may be unrecognized.  A friend of mine, an observant Jew, loves the Christmas vibe.  The joy is “no respecter of persons.” 

Isn’t that so like the Father?  God inhabits the praises of His people, and his Holy Spirit draws near and inhabits the world in a special way this time of year.

I reaped the benefit of that yesterday. 

Glory to God in the highest. 

Peace on earth, good will toward men. 

Luke 2:14