And Unto You a Child is Born


Today is December 24, 2010.  As the clock ticks forward measuring a fourth dimension called Time, we are heading for Christmas Eve.  On this date most Christians celebrate the birth of Baby Jesus, the son of God, in a town called Bethlehem on day zero of the Western civilization.

In a humble stable in the company of a donkey, a cow, three wise men who came from Shir in the Province of Magi, Joseph and Mary, a baby silently sleeps in a manger wrapped in swaddling clothes.  This is how we remember the Navidad or Nativity in Panama.

The sounds of Christmas carols, Santa Claus, cookies, stuffed stockings, ham, roscas, tamales, rice with frijol de palo, fruit cakes, ron ponche, Christmas trees; all came later as consumerism made its way and took over the religious tradition.  We don’t have snow in Panama, yet we import Christmas trees from Canada and Santa Claus for Skandinavia.  These are some of the ironies of Christmas in Panama.

The Big Black Book—The Holy Bible—tells us that in the beginning there was the Word, and then the Word was embedded in the human flesh to continue the interrupted dialogue between Man and God through his beloved son, Jesus Christ.  Thus, Jesus is also known as the Word.

Linda Lehan, an exquisite Texan blogger known for her blog, The Task at Hand said it very well in her last post called A Hidden Hallelujah. This is how she skillfully interwoved the English  words to describe the construct of Jesus-The Word.

“In the beginning was the Word, our good Saint says,
and at the end will be the Word.
And in these middling times where the longing of our hearts meet the limits of our lives,
the same Word that spoke order out of chaos,
that enrobed itself in human flesh and came to enliven both heaven and earth
echoes down the corridors of our lives.”

In Panama another family received a baby thus continuing the cycle of life.  The baby also slept silently wrapped in swaddling clothes on a soft bed.  She was christened Sofia, after the holy martyr Saint Sophia and her three daughters, Pistis (Faith), Elpis (Hope), and Agape (Love) during the reign of Hadrian (117-138).

Sofía was born on December 1, 2010  when the clock struck 09:45 p.m. in the City of Panama.  Her mother is Dálida and Dálida’s mother is Mireya.  They too have seen the miracle of life as a child came forth from the warmth of the mother’s womb.

Dálida and Mireya visited us two  weeks ago and introduced us to Sofía.  This is the baby that illuminated the home of Dálida and Mireya, just as another baby lighted up the world in a humble stable in a far away place called Bethlehem.

Let me introduce you to Sofía, her mother and her grandmother.  Three generations brought together by the miracle of life.  Here we go.

Photograph of the miniscule and fragile hand of Sofía. Photo ©Omar Upegui R.
Photograph of Sofía in deep sleep while her body grows in strength, weight and size. Photo ©Omar Upegui R.
I haven’t seen angels on Earth , but this is the closest representation of one. Photo ©Omar Upegui R.
If you haven’t seen an angel sleeping, this is how they do it. ©Omar Upegui R.
Photograph of Sofía and her mother Dálida about two weeks ago at our house. Photo ©Omar Upegui R.
In this picture you can see Dálida’s face better. Photo ©Omar Upegui R.
This photograph depicts three generations of the family, Sofía, Dálida, and Mireya. Sofía’s face looks like a delicate porcelain doll. Can you see the invisible lines departing from the two adults to the child?   Photo ©Omar Upegui R.
Picture of Mireya and Dálida proudly posing with Sofía and freezing a moment of emotional bliss. The expressions of love emanating from the adults to the child are more eloquent than words.  Photo ©Omar Upeui R.
The blurr on the wall was an effort to correct an imperfection of the paint on the wall. I apologize of this defect, but the expression of Dálida was so refreshing I decided to include this picture in the post. Sometimes reluctantly, imperfections are necessary to express a message. Photo ©Omar Upegui R.

With these pictures of a newborn baby, I close this post about the birth of a child.  The miracle of life continues and a happy mother is now understanding the meaning of motherhood.  Welcome to Panama Sofía and Merry Christmas to you all as the hands of the clock both reach the number 12 on this 2010 Christmas Eve.

2 thoughts on “And Unto You a Child is Born”

  1. You are right, Don Omar. Sofía resembles an angel. I can imagine how happy did the visitors made you and your wife. May you have a very Merry Cristmas and a wonderfully happy New Year.

  2. Hello Hilda:

    Children are always a delight to have in our house. This later visitor was a lot younger than the usual “twisters”, but nevertheless a breath of fresh air.

    Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you as well my dear friend.

    Regards,

    Omar.-

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