The time had come...the journey almost complete. Without fanfare, without announcement, the tail of the humpback whale stood tall before us splashing down with a force and power beyond belief. Majesty and beauty swam silently around us.
One last time the captain trumpeted the news that what we had been waiting for was right before us, just waiting for us to behold with awe and wonder.
Stillness. Silence.
The commotion that had been evidenced earlier was no where to be seen. Cameras clicked minimally from outstretched arms instead of from an upright postition. Children were sleeping on deck, adults were slumped over in chairs and benches, drooling in a medication induced stupor. The long anticipated view was not beheld, but rather, ignored.
I on the other hand, was rather amused by the whole scenario, preferring to snap endlessly at the whales as well as the comatose passengers. After all, this is what we had journeyed to see in the first place!
As I ponder the Christmas season, may it be that we are not so enraptured with the fish, the dolphins, and the sea otters along the way that we actually miss the intended adventure. All too often the unimportant hurriedness of the season and the glittering to-do lists numb our hearts to the pinnacle of the seasonal excursion: to behold the Baby lying in the manager who came to save not the whales, but the World.
Merry Christmas!
1 comment:
I've enjoyed your series! Thanks for the reminder.
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