Last week… my wife and I became ‘grandparents’.
Yes… sigh. I’m “that” old. 🙂
Micah was born last week to my youngest daughter and son-in-law. A healthy – pink – wrinkled – handsome little man of eight pounds. My wife never left our daughter’s side, I was exiled to the waiting room with the other “grandpa”.
After 12 hours of anxious pacing, little Micah arrived and in an instant…everything changed.
Suddenly the world was new and different from before. Not sure exactly how or what that means, but I knew it in my bones. As we Anglicans like to say… “the old has passed, and the new has come“…
Time had a new designation. A new point of reference… life was now simply… “before Micah or ‘after’ Micah.”
The shift was noticeable in the words we chose, in our thoughts and even in our discussion with others. Life had injected something brand new into our slowing orbit. Like families who have lived through a hurricane or devastating event… time was referenced by the name of the one (IRMA or HARVEY) who had changed their life.
For us it was a profound moment… a beautiful and spectacular joy to welcome this newborn into our world. We wept silent tears of happiness at his touch. Full of wonder and awe at the beauty of life and the sacredness of a yet to be discovered destiny.
I cannot imagine what it would have been like to see the Christ child, to touch the baby that was Jesus of Nazareth.
I don’t know if those who held him as an infant had any true idea of how special and unique his life would be… but I can imagine it all so much better now.
Thanks to Micah, I’m refreshed and renewed in my hope for man. Encouraged by what ‘could be’ and joyful to see him next.
To hold him and feel his warmth on my wrinkled hands and furrowed brow. His newness and innocence enveloping all my pain and sadness like a sponge of goodness and love.
This is the truth of the gospel.
The birth of hope and newness in our otherwise old and hopeless world. My grandson will be a miracle for our family. A true ‘godsend’ for us to enjoy and be inspired by… but the Christ child was and is the hope of all mankind.
Time that we can only reference… one miracle at a time.