It’s that most wonderful time of the year again. Hope is born, the angels sing. Shepherds and kings worship. So, what is this heaviness of heart offended by hope? Why the tears when eyes behold the illuminated tree, the twinkling tinsel? Could it be a lingering of the suffering shadow that so long ago lay across the babe cradled in hay?
Christmas choirs sing, “Mary, did you know?” As she gazed on her newborn infant, kissed the soft curve of his cheek, smiled at his lips, not long removed from breast, sucking in sleep…did she know? Did she kneel shrouded in the shadow of the cross? Throughout the sanctuary young mothers shed tears while cradling their babes to breast – empathetic hearts aching.
Is it this shadow that stirs up melancholy even whilst singing “Joy to the World?”
Statistics scream the sad story – though Hope is born this day, too many plunge beneath the weight of world weariness. Depression and suicides surge while the babe revisits the crèche. Nostalgia threatens to choke life, but for what do we yearn? What do we long for as we gather with candles lit to praise the newborn King?
Could it be this longing foreshadows life glimpsed, yet not grasped? Shadow-to-shadow mystery waits to be revealed.
Come, world-weary travelers. Don’t pity the babe or His mother. The shadow of the cross is not the final word, but only a stop along the way. Linger at the foot of it. Consider His suffering, the price paid for the sins of the world, but don’t linger over-long. Receive the gift purchased for us! Walk on in the knowledge of Easter morn – the Son has risen to shine! “Joy to the World,” indeed!
When joy gives way to longing, listen to desire’s whispers. What shadows beckon? Surely not those past, but rather those briefly falling…hinting of the time to come when sins and sorrows no more grow. This unnamed nostalgia, this heavy-heartedness – could it be naught but the ailment of longing for our eternal home?
Eight years ago, America came under enemy attack; and those who placed their faith in the land of the free and the home of the brave rather than in God, who made her great, were shaken. As I look back to that day, I praise God for sheltering me from the terror that seemed to strike many.
A dear friend recently shared with me that he is trying something “new.” He works in customer service. Almost daily he is on the receiving end of complaints and all too frequently these complaints are delivered in a loud, abusive manner.
I was seething. My body trembled and molten words poured from my lips. How dare he? Who did this guy think he was? Once again, my youngest son had been maligned. Once again, his spirit had been judged and found lacking.
Have you ever felt as though trouble stalked you? Ever corner you turn brings you face-to- face with another problem? You’ve nowhere to hide. You wonder if God has forgotten you. David felt that way.
Lord Jesus, your creation speaks day and night to all people. You’ve set the heavenly bodies in motion and clothed the earth in beauty. Who can compare to you, O Lord? And, if that were not enough, you’ve left your Word for us. The Scriptures – to reveal yourself, as perfect, trustworthy, right, radiant, pure, sure and altogether righteous. Your Word revives my soul, makes me wise, gives joy to my heart, light to my eyes, and brings salvation which endures forever. Your words are precious and sweet, and by them, I am warned. In keeping them, I find great reward. Thank you Jesus for leaving us your Word to light our paths! Amen.
I tend to be a Martha – always scurrying around trying to create the atmosphere rather than sitting at my Lord’s feet listening as Mary did. I am concerned about many things. Is my home in order? Is the laundry done? Have I a teaching plan for Sunday? Did I finish my writing assignment? When will I find time to weed the backyard? On and on and on goes the list.