Celebration is really a phenomenon of the heart. When something particularly sweet happens, the party begins there. What we generally think of as celebration is the outside expression of being lit up inside.
Before there was Christmas, there was Yule. Man celebrated the return of the sun, recognizing his dependence on that life-giving light—grateful for its promise that sustained him through winter. And then there came another light shining through the darkness so the wise men could find their way. To what? A babe in a manger. It was the birth of a love so big that humankind could experience warmth and light within as great as the sun without—forevermore!
Life has its moments—most as transitory as they are sweet. Only something core to the human condition gets celebrated all over the world throughout the ages. We move from gratitude for bounty at Thanksgiving to gratitude for the greatest gift of all. If such a light proclaimed here guides your way and warms you within—celebrate with others, especially those grown cold because their inner light lay covered. They will be warmed by yours.
“After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the time of King Herod, Magi from the east came to Jerusalem and asked, ‘Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star when it rose and have come to worship him.’”
— Matthew 2: 1-2
The Bible, New International Version