1948 - 2025
God's Pocket
Be Still And Know
Serendipity
Anniversaries Are Lots of Fun
EJ Shares
The Magic Path Along Golden Lake
Practitioner Letter
A Miracle For Jason
Affirmation Column
Following Divine Guidance From Within
IT IS A DARK and starless night when I arrive at the little dome shaped Church in the Wildwood. Next to me I see Martin arriving with his three children, who happily and excitedly jump out of the car. Martin caringly takes the hand of his youngest, 3-year-old Jason. For a moment the clouds open and the moon shines a silvery light over our faces while the wind gently ruffles our hair.
Martin smiles at Jason and joyfully exclaims, "Santa Claus is visiting the church tonight just to see you!"
Jason is excited. He does not really know who Santa Claus is, but he has heard his older sister Maria talk a lot about him these last few days. "Santa brings presents," she had told Jason.
"Santa must be a very special person," thinks Jason, "to bring me a present even though he does not even know me."
Quietly, the lavishly carved wooden portal to the little sanctuary opens. Warm candlelight and a crackling fire from the fireplace greet us. An illumined Christmas tree stands in the corner. A man with a guitar leads the congregation in singing Jingle Bells in a deep resonating voice.
Through the singing Jason hears "it".
From nowhere, bells start ringing. A deep, laughingly friendly voice echoes, "Ho, Ho, Ho." The side door of the church swings open. In comes Santa Claus. Oh, he looks so beautiful in his red suit. His silver hair shines in the light from many candles. With a wave of his hand Santa sits down in an easy chair, prepared just for him.
Daddy Martin gives Jason an encouraging nudge towards Santa. The boy’s eyes transfixed in awe on the magic man in front of him, he slowly—ever so slowly—walks toward the laughing Santa Claus.
Santa stretches out his hand, "Hello, I am Santa Claus and you are Jason!"
Jason opens his mouth but no sound comes out. He just looks with wide innocent eyes into Santa’s face.
"Do you believe in Santa Claus?"
Without taking his eyes off the face of Santa, Jason nods two or three times emphatically.
Santa Claus takes the boy’s finger and gently touches his nose with it. "See, I am a real person just like you," he smiles.
"I live in a fairyland at the North Pole. My reindeer brought me here this evening because I wanted to see YOU and all the other children here," he says waving with a generous gesture at the gathered crowd.
"I like reindeer," whispers Jason.
"Ho, ho, ho! How about that." Santa is all smiles. "Look what I have brought you." From his bag he pulls a toy reindeer, ever so soft and pretty. Jason timidly takes it and holds it tight to his chest—not once taking his eyes off of the magical man Santa.
"Now always remember," Santa reminds Jason with a slightly roughened voice, almost as if he had to swallow a strong emotion. "Whenever you like something, keep it strong in your heart and it will come to you. It will not always be me who brings it, but know I am always there in your heart."
Santa rises from his chair. "Now, YOU be my helper, let’s give the other children their presents," he speaks softly to Jason, pointing to all the small kids and grown kids gathered around them. "YOU are my special helper tonight."
Jason is reverently under Santa’s spell. He takes his hand and together they bring more than just a smile to everyone’s heart.
"Who is that child?" a woman next to me asks in wonderment.
No one answers. In our heart we all know exactly who that youngster is—our reflection; the mirror of our own wonder for life, the expression of our own innocence. Our inner kidself, is standing in awe before this miracle of Christmas, expressed through a child just like us.
—Dr Sylvia M Enz