I look at the fallen snow laying across the fields like a warm blanket of white covering the ground in a quiet serene peace.
I stand there in quiet prayer as I prepare for my journey into the canyon for three days of solitude at the Angel Grotto a few miles inside the Grand Canyon. If you have never been to the Grand Canyon in the winter time, you have never realized the real beauty of the gift God has given us.
Grandfather comes up beside me and asks “Graywolf can you tell me what the first Christmas gift was?” I turn and look up at him and smile saying I think that would be love. He responds that I should ponder on that during my retreat and give him an answer when I return in three days.
As I begin my journey I think more about what Grandfather had said. When I told him that would be love he just smiled at me. So was the first gift of Christmas love?
Father, I laid my head upon Your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was as if we were
What You meant us to be,
I closed my eyes and heard Your heart
Your soft smile in my hair,
I’d never felt so whole and safe
Our hearts beating as a pair,
You found my eyes and told me of
A love for me undying,
You kissed my face and I knew right then
It was in Heaven we were lying.
Yes, Father, You were there,
To warm and comfort me in my despair.
It was Your glory that I sought,
It was Your love that You brought.
Certainly love is the greatest gift from God and it must have been the first Christmas gift. but wait, what about Joy, what about peace?
May the light be with you.
May your life be filled with joy and abundance in all areas of life.
May the light shine in your hearts so that love may be expressed.
May love and peace fill your life.
Christmas is all about love, joy, peace and hope. One is not more important then the other for they are all needed to complete our life. It was in this revelation that I discovered the first Christmas gift, it’s Jesus.
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
When I returned to the reservation I looked Grandfather in the eye and gave him my answer. He responded “God’s greatest gift!”
That was exactly 59 years ago today, November 28, 1955, a few weeks before I turned 12 years old. I had just completed my intense training to become a Shaman. This retreat was my final lesson and I was to spend three days in seclusion to examined myself and present my being to God.
Today, I think people are so wrapped up in what is under the tree that they overlook the real meaning of Christmas. Let us all take time to thank God for everything He has given us and remind ourselves of the real reason He has blessed us.
With all my love,