Quote of the day, 23 December: St. Edith Stein
When the days are shortening, when, in a normal winter, the first snowflakes begin to fall, then men’s thoughts, perhaps still shyly and hesitantly, will turn to Christmas. The very word diffuses a charm which few human hearts can resist. Even unbelievers, to whom the old story of the Child of Bethlehem means nothing, prepare for the feast, anxious to kindle a ray of joy here and there among their friends. Even weeks and months before, a warm current of love seems to traverse the whole earth.
A feast of love and joy—this is the star to which all men look in the first months of winter. For the Christian, more especially for the Catholic, it means something else as well. The star will lead him to the manger with the Child that brings peace to the earth. Christian art presents it to us in innumerable pictures; ancient tunes, replete with all the charm of childhood, sing of it.
If we live with the Church, the Advent bells and hymns will stir a holy longing in our heart; and if we have been introduced to the inexhaustible source of the Liturgy, Isaias, the great prophet of the Incarnation, will rouse us day by day with his powerful warnings and promises: “Drop down dew, ye heavens, from above, and ye clouds, rain the just. The Lord is here, let us adore Him. Come, Lord, and do not delay. Rejoice, Jerusalem, with great joy, for thy Saviour comes to thee.”
From the seventeenth to the twenty-fourth of December the great O antiphons of the Magnificat (O Wisdom, O Adonai, O root of Jesse, O key of David, O sunrise, O king of the nations) cry ever more longingly their “Come to deliver us.” And it sounds with increasing promise: “Behold, everything is fulfilled” on the last Sunday of Advent, and finally: “Today you shall know that the Lord will come and tomorrow you will see His glory”.
Yet, when on Christmas Eve the trees are lit and the presents exchanged, men are still longing for other lights, until the bells ring for the Midnight Mass, and the miracle of the Holy Night is renewed on the flower-decked altars with their burning candles: “And the Word was made flesh.” This is the moment of bliss fulfilled.
Saint Edith Stein
The Mystery of Christmas
Featured image: Christmas hope by Romolo Tavani / Adobe Stock (Stock photo)
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