The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.
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I don't know why that walk home that night has always been a crystal memory for me captured forever like a snow globe. Not a Christmas night since as passed without my thinking of that moment. I was a teenager returning home alone after midnight from the services at the church. The New England winter had already snowed. The paths were clear and the sky was black and I could see the stars through the cloud of my breath frozen in the night air. I looked up which I didn't often do because I simply had a tendency to look down at the immediate space in front of me. The moment happened. My Christmas moment. I stopped beneath the stars and above my cold feet. I looked up and could not help but say out loud, "Imagine my Savior born on such a night." The words became puffs of snowy air that lingered for a second and then gave way again to the starry sky. It was an intensely private moment that seems too good to remain private. So I share it with you. May you know the miracle of the Christ child born to shepherds and kings and teenagers walking home.
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Jesus, may every child at Christmas know a home in you. Amen.
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Author's Note: ELOGOS takes a break until after the first of the year. Thank you for your partnership in the Gospel from the first day to the last. Amen.