Highland Presbyterian Church

Blessed is the season that engages the whole world in a conspiricy of love. -Hamilton Wright Mabie

You see glimpses of it everywhere. Someone pays the balance on a layaway for a needy family. Someone pays the bill for the person behind them in the drive through lane.  Someone collects food and toys so that everyone may share in the festivities of the season. Friends and family get together to talk and laugh and enjoy each other's company.

There is love in the air this time of the year. It may be hard to see because normal life doesn't stop on account of it. Wars still go on. Crime happens. People are sick and lonely. We rush around trying to create the "perfect" Christmas experience and make ourselves miserable in the process.

There is love in the air at Christmas. Everyone can feel it, even if they don't know where it comes from. Even if it's only for a moment. Sometimes it's like a virus, spreading from person to person unchecked. Sometimes it's like a flower, filling a room with blazing color and perfume. Sometimes we don't know where it comes from, we just feel it wrap around us like a blanket, warm and soft.

Once there was a baby in a manger, and the whole world stopped to hear his cry. Angels sang, shepherds left their posts to go and see, kings brought him gifts. All because of love. A love that transcends our pitiful humanity.  A love that will one day bring peace to the world. A love that we can share with others today.