A beautiful story recounted every Christmas in the forest of Provence in southern France. It’s about the four shepherds who came to Bethlehem to see the child. One brought eggs, another brought bread and cheese, the third brought wine. And the fourth brought nothing at all. People called him L’Enchanté.
The first three shepherds chatted with Mary and Joseph, commenting on how well Mary Looked, how cozy was the cave and how handsomely Joseph had appointed it, what a beautiful starlit night it was! They congratulated the proud parents, presented them with their gifts and assured them that if they needed anything else, they had only to ask.
Finally someone asked, “Where is L’Enchanté?” They searched high and low, up and down, inside and out. Finally, someone peeked through the blanket hung against the draft, into the crèche. There, kneeling at the crib, was L’Enchanté. – the Enchanted one. Like a flag or a flame taking the direction of the wind, he had taken the direction of love. Through the entire night, he stayed in adoration, whispering, “Jesu, Jesu, Jesu – Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.”
Another response, beyond silence and action, to the call from the wild is enchantment. Simple enchantment. It is what we can see in just one candle, if we really look! Let us allow ourselves to be enchanted, enthralled, amazed.