Megan Skelly | Flickr | bit.ly/2BGszezThe God-Bearer: A Christmas Reflection December 24, 2018 Clips, Features The Rt. Rev. Dorsey W.M. McConnell, Bishop of Pittsburgh, writes: It is hard to see them the way they were: mother, husband, child, exhausted, sheltered in the nick of time, she giving birth the way many still do — uncertain surroundings, bad odds, little help. Luke reaches back into the shadows and, with his elegant Greek, dares to call this baby in rags both Lord and Christ. It is hard to see the glory the way it was: years of pageants, adorable angels with fluffy wings and foil halos crowd the foreground. When Luke describes this glory, he uses very few words: innumerable angels, incomparable light, the full-throated praise of heaven, and the messengers charged to carry the news are the poorest of the poor, men of few words, finding the family, and telling what they saw. Luke lifts them out of the shadows, shows Christ’s mother in three dimensions. There we see a woman of courage, devotion, steadfast love. From the moment she agrees to bear the Savior, for the rest of her life, all that she hears, learns, knows of Him, she will treasure, ponder in her heart. And in this moment, even in all the poverty, for a little while there is peace and rest. One day over thirty years ago, when I was a young priest in New York City, a few days before Christmas, I was rushing about on the street when I saw in front of me a woman sitting on a subway grate, a baby in her arms. They were both wrapped up against the cold. I stopped and stooped down beside her. I asked her if she was all right, if she needed anything. She had almost no English, but smiled in recognition when she saw my collar. At my questions, she shook her head, smiled, gently waved her hand, repeating, “It’s okay, okay.” Then, as though she remembered something, she caught my coat in her right hand, and spoke a stream of words. Of course I couldn’t understand. She said them again, slowly. I shook my head, said I was sorry. She looked at me, smiled, said one word again, and as she spoke, with her right hand she traced in the air the sign of the Cross. Then I understood. I put my left hand on her head, prayed for her protection, with my thumb making the sign of the Cross on her forehead and on the forehead of her child. Her eyes were closed, but when she heard the name of the Trinity, she beamed. She thanked me repeatedly, and waved me on. Only later did I see that I was the one who was blessed. Read the rest.