The Quality of Stillness
The front table was filled with candles and each of the tall arching windows had a set of thee candles lighting up the darkened old sanctuary. It was quite beautiful.
There was a good turnout and the people were in a mood to sing. So it was a good hour.
After it was over and the hugs were given and Merry Christmas was wished upon everyone, I was left alone in the empty dark church.
It doesn't really feel like Christmas I suppose. Or I should say it doesn't feel like our Christmases in the past have been. Which is natural I guess seeing as how we've never had Christmas here. But I digress.
I left the building, locking it behind me, and imediately looked up into the starlit night. It wasn't that cold out so I wondered around to the front of the church, beside the quiet highway, and I just stood there.
There was no breeze, nothing was moving. The darkness was deep except for the bright stars of the Milky Way, which were clearly visible this night.
And I stood there soaking in the renewing stillness of the night. The only sound I could hear was the ringing in my ears. I just kind of stood there in the quiet darkness with the starlit canopy, and my soul was restored.
It is a wonder, this place, and those quiet healing moments were a gift of Christmas to me. I don't remember a quality of stillness so similar. It wasn't a lack of anything, but a gift of everything. At least everything I needed.
As the ringing in my ears subsided and the stillness had it's healing effect, in the far distance I began to hear the coyotes. I decided it was time to get home.
So a blessed Christmas to you and yours from this healing field.
A merry Christmas to you all, and to all a good night.