It’s me, Mary. I am here at the manager kneeling by the Christ Child. Do you see me? Of course you do, you are here with me. You know it took me a long time to get here. I have been distracted by so many things – things that don’t really matter in the scope of eternity.
As I gaze into His innocent eyes, I want to understand but I don’t. When I look up from His Face, I only see the Cross. When I see the Cross, I see pain and hurt mixed with your love and hope. I can’t comprehend how you felt to give up your only son to that death so that He could save us.
You know what it is like to be without your son. So you know how I feel kneeling at this manager, in the shadow of the Cross, missing those who are not here with me. You understand these tears; you understand the pain; you understand the weariness in my soul. I miss your sons and daughters who you gave to me to love in this world and who have passed onto the next.
My heart knows you have heard my prayers for others who have not found the manager or the Cross, for those being tossed about by this world, for those who are sound asleep in themselves. Not only have you heard my prayers, but you have also acted on them even before they were spoken from my heart.
I want to be joyful. I want to have the Peace that He gave to me. And kneeling here, I realize I do have His Peace because I trust you, Lord. You are our God of miraculous movement and unimaginable blessings. You are the God of Angels who sing to the lowly and visit the faithful. You are the God that puts stars in the sky and leads those who seek your guidance. You are the God of today and forevermore . . .
Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, love divine;
Love was born at Christmas,
Star and angels gave the sign.
Worship we the Godhead,
Love incarnate, love divine;
Worship we our Jesus:
But wherewith for sacred sign?
Love shall be our token,
Love shall be yours and love be mine,
Love to God and to all men,
Love for plea and gift and sign.