We spied a Great Blue Heron today on our morning river-walk in the falling snow. The peaceful sight of this majestic bird reminded me of the most peaceful sight that ever was.
I can only imagine the reverence and the peace that was felt in the stable at the sight of the baby Jesus Christ, divinely sent that night so long ago. This baby born of Mary, was also the Son of God.
I can only imagine the awe and wonder that was felt by the shepherds that night who were visited by an angel telling them to "Fear not...I bring you tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people...for unto you is born this day...a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord...wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger."
I can only imagine the overwhelming beauty that the shepherds heard and felt when, suddenly, "there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host."
Not only did the angelic visit suddenly increase in number from one angel to a multitude, but the heavenly multitude was "praising God, and saying all together, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men." It's almost too beautiful to contemplate.
No wonder the shepherds "said one to another, "Let us now go, even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us".
No wonder they went "with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger." No wonder that they spread the good news abroad when they had seen the Son of God.
My husband and I stopped in our tracks today at the sight of this majestic bird ~ rare for these urban parts. I wonder how often we all "stop in our tracks" during this Christmas season to enjoy the simple essence of what we are celebrating: the birth of Heavenly Father's son, come to teach us; come to help us. And to ponder how His life and His sacrifice mattered.