In the first week of December, I received a Christmas gift which will have given me more joy than any material object I can imagine: a photograph of my three-year-old grandson James Carlos appearing as a shepherd in his nursery school Nativity play.
Sent electronically, the wonder in the child’s face transmitted to me a message of immense sweetness. And in a way, it could have been any child. Even though the kinship connection to James is obviously special to me, there is something suggesting hope, awe, promise and the light of the world in a young child’s face when involved in the Nativity story that I think would be meaningful to anyone.
