It is finished.
For previous posts on this day, see:
Our Good Friday God, April 6, 2012
Good Friday: It is Finished. Let Life Begin, March 29, 2013
Thoughts on Good Friday, March 25, 2016
It is finished.
For previous posts on this day, see:
Our Good Friday God, April 6, 2012
Good Friday: It is Finished. Let Life Begin, March 29, 2013
Thoughts on Good Friday, March 25, 2016
We’re more than two weeks into January, so it must be about time for my final Christmas post. Soon, it will even be time to begin taking down the holiday decorations. I tend to postpone this process further each year. It’s my way of pretending that time isn’t flying by quite as fast at it really is.
Christmas was almost upon us, and my husband had mentioned no grand plan for what has become his annual inventive presentation of our daughter’s gifts. Had his years of Extreme Gift Wrapping come to an end? They began in earnest in 2011, and every year since, he’s been under pressure to come up with a new scheme. This becomes ever more difficult, but still, I doubted he’d simply give up. (For his earlier efforts, see here, here, here, and here.)
He hadn’t. On the morning of Christmas Eve, a small blue gift box appeared to be floating just in front of the tree. Close inspection revealed that it was attached to the ceiling with fishing line.
Upon returning that evening after our church’s live nativity and Christmas Eve service, D and I found that seven other boxes, of various sizes and colors, had been added. They all appeared to hover in mid-air.
The effect was charming, almost magical. Hats off to my husband. He’d found a fresh new approach. No construction was involved this year. And not even any actual wrapping. It was a sophisticated presentation, suitable for a young woman who would soon be heading off to college.
What will he do next Christmas, I wonder? I bet he’s already got some ideas. Our daughter should be home from somewhere, we still know not where, for her first college winter break. My best guess is this: the tradition of Extreme Gift Wrapping will continue.
Kiko, of course, couldn’t care less about floating gifts or elaborate packaging. But he quickly found his stocking filled with favorite treats and a corduroy rabbit equipped with several squeakers.
May God’s light shine brightly in the darkness of the world this Christmas Eve.
May you enjoy the company of angels, good shepherds, and friendly beasts alike. You might find these at a local live nativity. Or elsewhere, perhaps where you least expect them.
Infant Holy, infant lowly, for his bed a cattle stall;
Oxen lowing, little knowing, Christ the babe is Lord of all.
Swift are winging angels singing, noels ringing, tidings bringing,
Christ the babe is Lord of all.
–Infant Holy, Infant Lowly
Polish carol, trans. and arranged by Edith Reed, 1926
Kiko vouches for the friendliness of this little beast.
Of course, no camels or kings attended the birth of the holy baby; they arrived much later to pay their respects. But there’s nothing like a camel to stop traffic. And to remind passers-by that this is no ordinary night.
Jesus, our brother, strong and good,
was humbly born in a stable rude,
and the friendly beasts around him stood,
Jesus, our brother, strong and good.
All the beasts, by some good spell,
in the stable dark were glad to tell
of the gifts they gave Emmanuel,
the gifts they gave Emmanuel.
–The Friendly Beasts
12th Cent. French carol
For posts on previous live nativities on Christmas Eve, see here and here.
It’s early December. Advent is upon us. The preoccupation with surface glitter, with the trappings of the season, threatens to overwhelm, as always. I suspect that this year, I might not find time for new Christmas posts on Wild Trumpet Vine. In case that happens, here are some of my favorites from years past.
Deck the Tree Stump (December 13, 2013)
Deck the Dog (December 15, 2013)
Christmas Spirit, or Holiday Excess? (December 21, 2014)
Oh. . .Eww. . .Christmas Tree! (December 18, 2013)
The Candles of Christmas Eve (December 24, 2011)
The daily busyness this fall has been more overwhelming than usual for our family. Were it not for our pal Slim, October might have come and gone with little Halloween prep. Luckily, he showed up just in time.
With him, of course, were his loyal canine companions Champ and Fluffy, as feisty as ever.
Slim’s entourage has expanded. Joining the pack this year are the tiny but tough-as-nails twins Rocky and Ruth. . .
as well as the wise and witty Elfrida.
They’re small, but their personalities are most definitely not.
It’s hard not to get into the Halloween spirit when this festive bunch starts to throw their weight around.
Slim loaded the pack into his favorite vehicle (how he loves the wind in his hair) and supervised the purchase of pumpkins, ornamental gourds, mums and candy. Lots of candy, he insisted.
Kiko, as always, was up for the ride.
As evening approached, Slim was handsome and debonaire in his fuchia vest and tailcoat, black tulle scarf and Ray-Bans. Kiko sat sentinel just inside the door. Our guest’s only regret was that there was no time for pumpkin carving.
Still, he and his formerly furry gang were ready to treat.
Happy Halloween everyone!