The story of L' Enchante' is beautifully told by Brennan Manning in the devotional, "Watch for the Light, Readings for Advent and Christmas (Plough, Farmington, PA 800-521-8011). The tale comes from the forests of Provence in the south of France. This is my telling:
We sat beneath the canopy of stars, the air brisk with Autumn, dense with stars. We believe L'Enchante heard the singing first, he grew quiet, holding his knees and rocking 'til an angel appeared.
Light like a star come down.
Voice like a fire inside of you.
Looking like a man,
proclaiming the amazing:
"Don't be afraid. I'm here to announce a great and joyful event that is meant for everybody, worldwide: A Savior has just been born in David's town, a Savior who is Messiah and Master. This is what you are to look for: a baby wrapped in a blanket and lying in a manger."
Then, we too, heard the praise singing.
We saw the heavenly host descend.
"Glory to God in the heavenly heights
Peace to all men and women on earth who please him."
We said amen, and watched the host ascend in prisms of light.
Amen, we cried again, the Savior is born.
L'Enchante' said nothing at all.
We talked and knew that we must go and see Him, grateful that lowly shepherds could have the chance. We rushed to the city of David, sharing laughter-- a tangle of boisterous amazement, running the hills, leaving the sheep in God's hands.
We did not go empty.
We brought our eggs, our bread and cheese, and wine. We would offer our meager feast, believing somehow we would nourish the family of God.
L' Enchante brought nothing at all.
We went to Him, we gave Him of our substance. We looked in wonder upon Wonder full. Before we left, we spent time with His father and mother. We prayed with them, and wished them well.
But where was L' Enchante'? We could not see him anywhere.
Until we were quiet,
and followed his soft song.
"Jesu, Jesu, Jesu--Jesus, Jesus, Jesus," he crooned.
His voice soared skyward as such, that we lifted our eyes to see if he too, had ascended.
He had not. He simply knelt by the crib, his hand touching the blanket of the child.
L' Enchante'-- the enchanted one,
"Jesu, Jesu, Jesu,
Holding Him tenderly in his heart,
whispering praises to the babe,
knowing the beauty of the child.
Gently, like you would cradle a child,
gently, in adoration.
Scripture references from The Message, Luke 2:8-18.