My five year old saved Christmas!
The last few weeks pressed me from every angle. Work, not being able to get my dream moving, the evil at Newtown and in my own town..All felt like a bone crushing weight on me. Even my picture taking, my refuge for sanity, was falling flat. The spirit of Christmas felt as far away as the moon. I could recognize the evil was in a person’s choices, not the wonder of creation. I was just overwhelmed by the amount of darts thrown at good people of late. I had closed myself off to the spirit of Christ’s power because I was letting things other than keeping God foremost in my thoughts and family’s development matter.
All this started to change when as I put my head down, my lovely wife said…make small changes and the change will come. I slept on it, and through the night the weight of everything started to feel workable. I got up and walked into the living room to watch the sun rise on the Christmas tree. It was then that my five year old came down the stairs and plopped himself right on top of me.
His first words were, “Dad we have a wonderful tree. It is magic.” God was speaking through the mouth of a babe. For ten minutes we sat still, and quietly talking about favorite ornaments lest we wake up the other four souls in the house to early. Then he said, “Dad we need to take some pictures of our tree.” That was all I needed. Out came the tripod, the light for my first light painting attempts, and photographic direction from my five year old. My soul was alive, and responding to the cuing from God to live and enjoy Christmas in the present.
Every year I look at the Christmas tree form a new perspective. This year I took it from my five year old. Christ does bring grace if we let him. I pray that you and yours can do the same.
PS These photos are from perspective of my five year old…his height I hope conveying some of the awe we felt as kids before the Christmas tree.