During worship this past Sunday, I caught a moment that stayed with me: seven-month-old Nora Hazel, reaching out her hand toward a soft blue shape glowing in the stained-glass window. The shape is called a Vesica Piscis — one of the oldest Christian symbols. Long before church buildings or hymnals, before the Cross became the marker of the Christian church, before believers could gather openly, followers of Jesus used this simple form to identify themselves to one another.

Two circles overlapping.

Two worlds touching.

Heaven leaning close to earth.

From this ancient symbol would eventually come the familiar Ichthys, the Christian fish. But long before it appeared on car bumpers, it was a whisper of hope — a shape that wordlessly communicated the Good News to other believers, and directed them to where Christian worship would be held that day; a reminder that Christ meets us where our world and God’s world overlap. When I saw Nora gazing at that glowing blue light, it struck me that Christmas is exactly this: God entering the circle of our lives. Heaven touching earth. Divine love reaching into our ordinary days with tenderness and light.

Children often see what we forget to notice. Their wonder points the way. Their small hands remind us how near the Light truly is. As we walk toward Christmas together, may we see the world again with a child’s trust and delight. May Christ’s light find the thin places in our hearts — the places where fear, hope, longing, and faith all meet — and may that light shine gently through us into a world that needs it more than ever.