A Holy Baby Boy!
Every year I try to put myself in Mary’s sandals. I try to imagine what it was like to look upon his face for the first time. To touch his head, to feel his breath, and to know it is the breath of God. What went thru her mind as she realized she was delivering the Savior of the world. Imagine the moment Joseph laid him in her arms, and she felt the heartbeat of God. As I remember, with our children, she took in the smell that belonged to him alone. Knowing the smell she was experiencing was divine. Then she counted his fingers… his toes… as they glowed from his divine presence. What did she feel as she kissed his forehead? I remember the emotion that overtook me as I kissed our children for the first time. To kiss the forehead of God himself had to cause her to tremble and weep. I wonder if she visioned the day when they would lay his lifeless body in her lap, as she kissed him on the forward again? I pray one day, as I sit at his feet, he will allow me to see that moment and visit it in time. To experience his birth as I fall to my knees in love and praise. Did she feel the power he brought for all mankind? Did she vision his future and know that thru his birth all of humanity and creation would be brought together. We argue over scripture, we discuss who’s right… who’s wrong. At that very moment… none of that mattered any longer. All because of a Holy Baby Boy!
I Love You! Perry