It usually surprises people when I tell them, “I do not care for the Christmas season.” “Arn’t Christians supposed to love Christmas?”
I guess most of them do, but I can’t help but feel an emptiness behind the brightly covered packages and glitz this world throws around during the holiday season. Expectations are high, but things never seem to pan out the way I mean them to. So why write about this now that the Holidays are over, and becoming a memory?
Because the light of Christmas is not supposed to stay locked into a few weeks of the year. The person of Jesus Christ grew and walked away from the manger, taking his flame of light to the very valley of death.
So today I choose to remind myself that though a modern Christmas leaves me empty, and ancient Christ fills me with light.
Look beyond how culture paints things to deep roots.
It’s many faceted and affects different people in different ways. But truth is truth.
We can disguise it, ignore it, or bury it, but still it is what it is at its core. It can not cease to be.
From the beginning of time, the human tongue has had a problem with truth. It’s the only thing in creation I know of that regularly spews out lies and truth at the same time.
It’s a tragedy of our human existence that we so often muddy those waters…
But our ability to do so speaks volumes. We are able to choose. We are able to change. We are able to learn better.
My prayer is that we would no longer be afraid of truth, and avidly seek it in everything. From who really put the empty milk carton back in to the fridge, to the truths about what is happening in the world at large. May truth always teach and become clear. Amen.
I heard someone say once, “Every moment is a story.” Do you believe that?
Could each moment that passes be a story unto itself, with a beginning, middle, and end? Could each single one have a hidden meaning all its own?
Just like each stitch in a embroidered tapestry is a stick unto itself, complete and whole. So is each of our moments. Whether you call them stories are not, that are precious. Look at them closely and you will see intricate beauty. Step back and view the moments held together, and they are magnificent.
How often do we over look the things that hold us together? The threads that gently bind us into functional complexity…
Did you know, that YOU are someone’s thread?
We all touch each other in small ways that are overlooked. We hold each other together by actions, words, and prayers whispered out of earshot. Don’t be fooled by people’s silence. They are as unaware of their importance as you are of yours.
If we truly understood just how deeply we are all intertwined, it might prove to be a weight unbearable. Like a thread that is strong, but still not made to hold the entire weight of a body, we would snap. Thank God, we are not the only threads that bind.