How silently, how silently, the wondrous gift is given;
So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of his heaven…
How small the Kingdom’s signs and symbols are: mustard seeds, pearls, yeast grains, a little child. Yet contained within these is the power of creation and resurrection. The dunamis of the Holy Spirit comes veiled to us; we are so pitiably unable to bear glory unmasked!
And so God, the Creator and Sustainer of all life, comes to us as a little, helpless baby. He empties himself in total humility, and becomes small, vulnerable, helpless, poor. Why? He is Love, and love and humility go together, for love does not insist on its own way. Rather, it effaces itself, giving way, relinquishing in order to allow another to come forth and to flourish. To truly celebrate Christmas, then, we must become small too: a “little child” to whom belongs not only the Kingdom, but the King himself.
Lord, help us, yes, to bow before your glory, majesty and power, acknowledging your Sovereignty as our divine ruler. Enable us also to recognize and to receive your small gifts with great humility. Help us to be yielded, receptive and open to your Life (however it comes to us); humble and ready to discover what might grow from the small yet powerful seeds you plant within us and those around us.
Grant us your grace and the proper disposition of heart to welcome each other. Help us to persevere, to cling always to you, giving our constant yes to you, that you might do in and through us what you will.