Susan LaffertyChristmas. Worship Him.
In the loud or silent.
Amid crowds or all alone.
At the table overflowing or simply breaking bread.
Surrounded by decorations and gifts, wrapping and ribbons. Or without all the fanfare.
In your home or at the church or elsewhere.
Worship Him.
Delay. Airport overflowing. Passengers waiting. Watching. Anxious. Resigned. Complaining. Shouting.
Weary mom holds one child and corrals the others. Trying to get home before snow.
Couple returning from vacation. Using up all that relaxation in one day of flight cancellations.
I sit beside a man from Newark. Started his day long before dawn. Now it’s late afternoon and his flight diverted from Pensacola to this small airport in Alabama.
He’s trying to find another way to reach his destination. But rental cars are long gone.
Entry into the Christmas season. Sometimes shaped by memories—sweet and hard.
Music fills the air. Old favorites stirring hearts. Touching deep.
Amid the decorating, familiar traditions, and holiday trappings, I stop. Think about the reason behind it all.
Take time to reflect.
And remember.
