This past weekend, I attended a city Christmas celebration at a centrally located park.
Vendors were selling food and drinks, the smell of popcorn filled the early nighttime air and entertainers took the stage, one after another in the outdoor venue.
Part of the draw for attending the event was the "ahh" moment when a switch would be flipped and two million Christmas lights would suddenly come alive, all at once within the park.
As I sat on a bedspread placed on the grass, I could hear the performers and announcers, but I could not see them because of the crowd in front of me.
At one point in the evening, the emcee introduced a man who would be reciting a section from his own musical about Jesus as a child.
I got up for this.
Walking up in the crowd and to the side, I was able to position myself to see him from afar.
As I listened to him speak, his words reached into my heart as my eyes hinted at tears.
It was hard for me to speak through the emotion.
Listening to his words about baby Jesus– spoken from the viewpoint of Joseph– was an experience that was new for me.
Two million lights?
Yes, it was wonderful to see them.
Talented artists singing on stage?
The smell of popcorn?
It was all very nice.
What I will most remember are the words about Jesus.
Jesus and the two people God chose to care for Him–Mary and Joseph.
When Joseph and Mary had done everything required by the Law of the Lord, they returned to Galilee to their own town of Nazareth. And the child grew and became strong; he was filled with wisdom, and the grace of God was upon him.—Luke 2:39-40