I’d never traveled to the beach for the Christmas holiday until this year. It was a renewing experience – one I’d like to repeat. By the shore, I focused my energy on family, the season, and nature.
A reflection from one of my nightly beach walks:
Enveloped in complete quiet, I walked along with shore nightly with pink clouds rushing above, breaking just enough to reveal quick glimpses of soft stars. I felt renewed by the sound of the waves crashing, the feel of soft sand, and motion of the water that never ceases. Walking the beach in the quiet night, one catches a glimpse of what it may have been like before hectic seasons and Christmas lights – when it was only God and the waves – a true glimpse of the divine.
When Advent arrives and candles dress the churches and homes of America, I remember Moravian Christmases. My mind floods with the colorful traditions of beeswax candles, Moravian stars and love feasts, candle teas, fresh greens, carols, and brass instruments. They serve as simple reminders of gentle people whose quiet love for creation is welcomed in the frenzy of a consumer Christmas.