For so the children come and so they have been coming.
Always the same way they come, born of the seed of a man and a woman.
No angels herald their beginnings.
No prophets predict their future courses.
No wise men see a star to show where to find the babe that will save humankind.
Yet each night a child is born is a holy night.
Sitting beside our children’s cribs, we feel glory in the sight of new life beginning.
We ask “Where and how will this new life end? Or will it ever end?”
Each night a child is born is a holy night.
A time for singing, a time for wondering, a time for worshiping.
These words by Sophia Lyon Fahs are a reminder that children and the hope they bring to our world are at the heart of this holiday season.
Each night a child is born is truly a holy night and one to be celebrated with joy and love.