From a blogsite of Loyola School of Theology, Manilla |
So
there we were, just a few hours ago, kneeling at the manger, falling in love
all over again with Baby Jesus. Babies grab our hearts. The least maternal
among us cannot resist offering a finger for a tiny hand to grasp.
Then
along comes the Gospel according to St. John. Every Christmas Day, we read this
poetic and compelling yet mysterious prologue to John’s account of Jesus the
Christ. It refers to “light,” which we associate with Christmas, but we’re less
sure about ”the Word” and its connection to anything.
Where,
we might be tempted to ask, is the babe? Where is Mary, the blessed
mother,
Joseph, the faithful father? The shepherds? Why can’t we just stay at the
manger and play with the baby for awhile?!
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