Day before Christmas Vigil

 I've let this blog sit longer than I meant to.    But this coming solemnity, the Nativity, is as Tolkien wrote almost the essence of eucatastrophe:

 “the Birth of Christ is the eucatastrophe of man’s history.”

This mingling of human and divine, the divine participating in the human so that humans could participate in things divine. ... it is extraordinary, but as with many other amazing things in the world, we grow up knowing it and it becomes folded into our lives along with many other things that are immense in their reality but small and domestic in their working-out.   

There is no one unaffected by this mysterious Nativity, not even those who aren't really aware of it.  

The Word was made flesh... and dwelt among us.  

At this part of the final Gospel reading, in the 1962 form of the mass, we all kneel for a moment.  

I don't have much more to say right now.   I'm just telling my blog to wake, awake, for night is flying.   

The people living in darkness have seen a great light.