"Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,I feel that kind of emotion at this season. Christmas has so many blessings to enjoy, including the wonderful music and decorations and foods and traditions. But there's a special joy in observing the eyes of a child gazing on a Christmas tree, or a display of lights, or opening presents, or even better, watching them share a reenactment of the sacred story of this season. Much of the wonder and joy of Christmas for me has always been to feel the simple happiness of children and be blessed by it.
Make me a child again just for to-night!"
I'm now in that awkward season of life when my own children are too old to fill that role, and I don't yet have grandchildren to bless my life. So I am seeking in new ways to claim the wonder and awe of the season.
"Wonder and awe" – I love those words. In one of our familiar carols, we sing of the "wondering awe" that wise men must have felt to see the prophesied signs in the heavens. The scriptures don't actually tell us the wise men felt that – only that they saw the sign and came to inquire. We can imagine how it must have touched their hearts. When the star led them to the manger, they "rejoiced with exceeding great joy" (Matt 2:10). Certainly the shepherds in the fields felt strong emotion; at first, they were "sore afraid" (which is not the same as wonder and awe) but as they heard and understood the message of the heavenly choir, I think their feelings turned quickly to "wonder and awe" and they eagerly ran to seek the baby in Bethlehem.