Christmas Comes
Christmas comes every time we see
God in other persons.
The human and the holy meet in Bethlehem
or in Belfast, Baghdad or Boston,
for Christmas comes like a golden storm on its
way to Jerusalem—
determinedly, inevitably…
Even now it comes
in the face of hatred and warring—
no atrocity too terrible to stop it,
no Herod strong enough
no hurt deep enough,
no curse shocking enough,
no disaster shattering enough.
For someone on earth will see the star,
someone will hear the angel voices
someone will know peace and goodwill:
the Christ will be born.
~Ann Weems
Sometimes Christmas seems to come unexpectedly—you’re surrounded by lights and ornaments and Christmas carols for weeks, but you still don’t realize that the day is approaching. At other times, Christmas seems to come too fast, the day careening toward you, gaining momentum with every expectation and to-do list. Sometimes, when Christmas comes, it doesn’t feel at all how Christmas should—the right people aren’t around, you’re tired, there’s an emptiness.
But Ann Weems’ poem reminds me that the beautiful thing about Christmas is that it doesn’t depend on me—my feelings or my preparations. It is a far greater and more glorious thing than that. The grace of God and the love of God—the things that we remember at Christmas—are here. God is present and working, despite the fact that people are trying to stop Him, that others aren’t thinking of Him at all, that I don’t feel prepared or equipped.
And I think the storm is all the more glorious and golden because of it.
Happy Christmas.
Happy Christmas, friend:)
ReplyDeleteAllison,
ReplyDeleteYou are so right...Christmas is Christmas and will bring the same glorious message year after year no matter our current "state of affairs"! I truly hope your Christmas and New Year were blessed times spent with those with you at the time. And I look forward to hearing of your travels and adventures over the holidays.
With love,
Cindy