In the final hours, it is cold.
Piercing cold, like described in the Christmas Novena I’ve been saying every day since the Feast of St. Andrew.
Hail and blessed be the hour and moment
Amen
in which the Son of God was born
of the most pure Virgin Mary,
at midnight,
in Bethlehem,
in piercing cold.
In that hour, vouchsafe, O my God,
to hear my prayer and grant my desires,
through the merits of Our Savior Jesus Christ,
and of His Blessed Mother.
Through the piercing cold, Mary and Joseph went forth to carry out God’s will.
Despite the cold, Angels were on their way to pierce the sky with resounding joy.
In the piercing cold, shepherds were obediently and humbly performing their daily duties, positioning them for front row seats for the revealing of the King of kings.
No matter the cold or the length of the journey, wise men set out to seek Him, craving the fulfillment of piercing Truth.
It was so very cold in the world at that moment, in so many ways. To truly walk with the Holy Family is to truly feel it. I will be the last to say cold is physically enjoyable (I live in Florida!). But this is the beauty of our senses, that we can use them to fully experience life according to His will. To understand what He is saying to us beyond words into being, and if I concentrate on that instead of any discomfort, joy truly does start to shine through. The joy of discovering that we really are participating with Him. He wanted this so much that He pierced the cold, and the Word became Flesh.
And those who endured the cold were there to adore Him. Deo Gratias.
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