In accordance to tradition, a family celebration is meant to bring a house unit together.
I recall such an occasion.
It was a great celebration because all concerned didn't utter a word; all gathered couldn't voice a sound.
That great, it was!
One by one, we were allowed to witness the sight of greatness; an occurrence truly breathtaking.
A mother unveiled the life she carried, tucked in a thick woolen cloth.
The Gift: an innocent child who gazed at its visitors with shown interest.
A sound escaped the baby's lips, tugging at the heart of mother. In love, joy's true smile beamed across her face which was then matched by the whole family.
So likewise, in the heaven of heavens, God's face is lit; His Spirit is whelmed with joy; His Soul smiles in width wider than the overturned rainbow.
Don't wonder what it was dearly beloved. God smiles at his newborn children...you know like a mother forgets her travails after childbirth, Christ smiles, having forgotten his travails over you,
you the gift for God!!!
