A Glorious Morning

It was indeed a glorious morning, that first morning when the Holy Son breathed His first breath of this earth's air.  Everything was the same, but everything was different.  The Light that had the power to put life into creation and the Light that had the power to break any deep darkness broke out in glorious splendor from that humble animal stable.  The Invisible now Visible.  God among us on that morning in a new and different way.   

It was a morning that filled heaven with the sounds of angels singing and offering praise to God, a morning when ordinary folks like shepherds were awaken to new divine possibilities, and a morning to be remembered for all the generations.  Though each morning bears the imprint of the holy, this morning so long ago was pouring from the seams with holy presence.  Never has there been a moment like it, nor will there ever be one to come.   

It was a morning unlike any morning.  Ask Mary who held the child and pondered what God had done.  Ask Joseph who looked back grateful he had awaken from a dream with a change of heart and attitude.  Ask the men from the east who came as the first gift bearers in honor of the child.  Ask the millions of men and women who have knelt in awe at the wooden trough serving as a cradle and at the foot of the wooden cross where the child become a man died.  Ask anyone who walks with this Son of Bethlehem even today.  All declare the message of a changed life, an end to the darkness, and a hope for life to come.  Praise be to the Father for His goodness, praise be to the Son for His willingness to give life, and praise to the Spirit for drawing us to Him.