The tree lights are on. The first pot of coffee is made and the first cup is poured. Sidewalks are shoveled from the light snowfall we had last night. The turkey has been in the oven cooking oh, so, slowly. Ready to feast on later today.
But everyone is still asleep and in this quiet, with things a little more prepared for the day, I come to this sacred ground again.
It is certainly special THIS day because it is the celebration of the birth of the King. Yet, in this moment every morning I have the opportunity to come to this sacred moment.
He is here.
The Light has come.
And today is so immensely special as well. It is the celebration of the birth of the King. While it is not as momentous for me as Resurrection, this is still sacred ground. A quiet moment.
A place to sit back and hear heaven declare once again:
“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!”