Originally written December 23, 2022
Christmas is my favorite time of year but honestly I haven’t felt very Christmasy this year. And that’s just life I guess. The fragility of life is not something new to me. When you’re the oldest grandchild and the oldest of several kids, you quickly become acquainted with the beautiful frailty of new life. But death, and by connection grief are still very new to me. And for that I should be thankful I guess. But it doesn’t make it any easier, doesn’t make the questions any less, or make my mind able to comprehend it anymore than I’ve already tried. I wish I had something profound or eloquent to say to make it all better. But I don’t. All I know is that no matter how vast the darkness seems, there is always immeasurable light. Shining with the promise of eternity and the truth that the darkness has already been vanquished, long before I was born. Nobody has forever. But He does. And Christmas reminds us, that until the day when we can also share in that eternity that He placed a longing for in our hearts, He still lives, hope still comes, and God is still with us. So no matter how hard it is, I’m thankful for Christmas. For a God who would descend to our mess of a world. Hope itself wrapped in the swaddling clothes of a baby. The Light of the world in the dark of winter. And the angels sing while I cry, and He cries too. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.” The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. Luke 2:9-11, John 1:5
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