significance

There is this poem by Robert Frost that I have always loved called "The Most of It". Here is the beginning of it . . .

He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree–hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder–broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter–love, original response.

Good poetry magically expresses something inexpressible. I love this poem because it so perfectly captures that deep longing in my heart for "counter-love, original response." I like to think that is exactly what drove God to create us.

I've just finished three out of five performances of our Christmas production. And I like it more and more each time we do it. The part I like best is at the end, just before the Hallelujah Chorus, when a guy gets up and summarizes the whole meaning of Christmas:

You matter to God.

You are his counter-love. Angels are God's echoes, but we are his original response.