Early morning. Christmas Day.
I am on my way to the hospital where my mother-in-law is in the ICU, following a surgery.
I am in São Paulo, where I was born and lived most of my life. But it has been over 20 years since we moved away.
This is a city of 12 to 16 million people (depending on how the number is calculated) so typically, no matter what time of the day or night, you will see a lot of people on the streets. I guess when you have so many people in the same place, someone has always a reason to be out.
But this morning is different. I believe most people were up late last night and now they are sleeping.
As I walk to the bus stop I see a homeless person sleeping on a corner… I see a lone jogger running down the street… and no one else. After a few seconds a couple of cars drive by as the sun is rising.
This unusually quiet scenario makes me think: all the people who are sleeping now, were celebrating Christmas last night. But what would Christmas mean for each one of them?
Unfortunately I believe most were more focused on the meal, the presents, or Santa Claus than on Jesus: the Christ of Christmas. It became even politically incorrect to emphasize Christ.
As for me, I wanted to spend the day thinking about the most important moment in history, when God sent His Son to come rescue us, so we can have a relationship with Him.
As I am traveling in the bus, watching the city lazily waking up, I am praising God for the blessings I have and for this relationship with the Creator of the Universe (What a privilege!).
By the way: my mother-in-law is getting better, in case you’d ask.