Interpret it as you will. Call it allegory, call it myth. Take the current account as literal truth. It doesn’t matter.
What matters is that inside you, something is drawn by the Light. Something in you longs for the Word that will make all things clear, give you hope, give you peace, let you understand, heal you, love you, set you free.
And once, we are told, the Great Yes took on human form and came to live among us, offering all this and more, pointing the way, living it for our benefit.
And even though its passage through the sands of time and across a multitude of cultures has woven countless versions of the tale, its essence remains. Its truth lives within us still and sings to us in the darkness, bringing hope, kindling the flame of faith, of belief that all our highest ideals are rooted in it somehow, and through it will one day blossom and bear fruit.
Past the farthest reaches of our reason, beyond our limited capacity to understand, the Great Yes speaks to us still, to our hearts, to our spirits, to our souls. It beckons us. It radiates love and joy. It tells us we are one with it, and with each other.
In it lies fulfillment, and peace, and freedom, and boundless potential.
And on this night, we sing of the legend, we sing of the story. We sing of the birth of Love and Light, of Peace and Good Will, personified in a being who took on human form that we might be truly known. And our hearts overflow with the joy of it, and burst with a grand Alleluia, in praise, in worship, in thanksgiving.
And from the heart of the cosmos, the Source of it all, the Giver of Life, echoes back our joy and, calling us each by name, whispers, “All is well, my child. Be at peace. You are loved.”