Every crèche erected this December witnesses to how thoroughly St.
Francis kept Christ in Christmas.
millions of television viewers tuning in for multiple seasonal specials
owe a debt of gratitude to television’s heavenly patroness, St. Clare,
whose final earthly Christmas Eve was marked by a miraculous vision of
Nativity celebrations, not in her own monastery chapel, but at the
Basilica of St. Francis on the other side of Assisi.
Jesus was born in a humble stable,
into a poor family.
Neither did St. Francis and St. Clare.
The Little Poor Man, desiring to see it all as it really was, sent
oxen and asses and a crowd of townspeople climbing up
God has acted far beyond all
Here lies the secret of real Christmas joy that neither shopping
days’ counts nor overly tinseled trees can usurp.
Who of us has not been stopped somewhere on the overly busy road to
December 25 -- perhaps in a moment of stillness or by the gentleness of a
song -- to marvel as Clare and Francis did at what REALLY took place in
Bethlehem over two thousand years ago?
O marvelous humility!
O astounding poverty!
wrote an exultant St. Clare.
The King of angels, the Lord of heaven and earth, is laid in a manger!
And the on-going Christmas wonder is that the Son of God still
desires to dwell among us, still wants to be laid in the manger of our
hearts, to begin anew His life of love in us, for it is
only when Christ is formed in us
Yes, the Church never tires of singing of the glory of Christmas night. . . and neither should we.