Twilight at Christmas
There is a place between sleeping and waking that doesn't have a name. That place between dreamland and awareness when sleep's veil dawns to life. Why doesn't this place have a name? This is the most important time of the day. It is the moment you realize your nighttime prayer---if I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take---wasn't needed this night. Morning came and you are still alive. In this no-name place between sleep and awake, you sometimes get thoughts, insights, revelations, answers to tricky problems. Something dark undims as twilight dawns to light. It happens to me quite often. It happened to me this morning of Christmas 2022. I understood something about death. Death is like twilight. An unveiling happens between your final breath and your first naked sight of Jesus. Like birth. You emerged from the dark womb into a world unimaginable, a place you could only sense from the sounds you could hear prior to birth. Bethlehem. The place wh