Wishing “Merry Christmas” looks like something taken for granted. Actually isn’t so obvious.
In Central Africa, 2013 Christmas it was more weird than usual: Midnight Mass at 4 p.m. and on December 25 morning it was raining, not real rain, grenades instead. The rain of war lasted from 5.30 until 8.00 ending just in time to celebrate the Solemn Mass at 8.30. Small celebration, very few children balloon, children with the courage to dance that evening and singing: "Arrêtez de tuer, arrêtez de massacrer: nous voulons la Paix et pas la guerre..." (“Stop killing, stop the massacre, we want peace, not war ... ").
This year's Christmas in Bozoum will be a bit better, and we’ll give thanks to our God for everything!
Here in Italy and in Europe, it seems to me that we have lost the inner ability to be surprised, to wonder, to say a true “thanks” and to celebrate.
And yet ... Christmas isn’t a joke: it is God who makes Himself man. And please do not say that this is little! It is simply everything!
And the Child that we celebrate on Christmas is that concrete gesture with which God tells me, tells you: I LOVE YOU so much! And He does it in the simplest form that could it be.
I wish you Christmas as a moment of serenity and joy, a moment of love and surprise, for that Child who is God, and for “that child” we still are.