Went to Safeway to pick up a few groceries and a newspaper. Still like holding newspapers and books more than reading online. Driving out of the parking lot, I noticed a cluster of inflatable holiday decorations across the street. A blown-up stable with Mary, Joseph and Jesus took center stage, surrounded by familiar characters from movies and TV, newcomers to Bethlehem. There was Olaf from Frozen, Frosty, Rudolph, Eeyore with Scooby Doo standing closest to the manger, offering candy canes.
What’s happened to us?
As I write, Basil sits nearby, building with Legos and Star Wars figures while humming, “Angels We Have Heard on High.”
“Come to Bethlehem and see Him whose birth the angels sing,
Come, adore on bended knee, Christ, the Lord, the newborn King.”
Blessed Basil, sing on. I need the reminder from somewhere inside you, The Song lives.
And I need your jokes.
“Momo, why are ET’s eyes so big?”
“I have no idea, Bazy.”
“He saw his phone bill.”
And so it goes, life here and now, interruptible and blessed by a holy undercurrent, the flow of relentless Love from the One heralded by angel-song and one small grandson.
Angels I have heard below.
Gloria in excelsis Deo
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