“I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.”
Christmas is, well, Christmas. The red and green. Frosted cookies, ornaments, gifts, and reindeers. Streets bright with light against the cold, snowmen in our lawns or dreams. We then embrace the birth of our Savior, its humility yet magical nativity. A person has the chance to step back and reconsider his blessings, usually in the form of family and friends. He can learns, by God’s grace or intangible possessions, that he is not alone. That life continues on as we determine what to make of it.
Christmas really stares us in the face, as the end of the year wake up call. The stare can be grinning and jolly, pointing out the half-full glass with superficial cheer and sweetness… as we see Santa. Or it can be the judging, exposed character defining us in the quiet moments- maybe like a hidden, transformed Grinch- when dancing snowflakes cling to eyelashes or the sacred silence of Christmas Eve settles upon the night.
There is no doubt this holiday is unlike any other. It can bring the best and worst out of us. It can reveal our desires and disappointments, while sharing our joys and thankfulness. It truly is double sided. Yet its depends on the person which side shows more.
Ultimately Jesus is the reason for the season, He provided the salvation we cherish today and forever. He is what makes the snow white as the light of the world, and the wintry stars glimmer in glorious skies.
Though it’s easy to feel alone even when the whole world is around you… When giggling kids, a hugging couple, and rosy-cheeked grandparents pass by on the Christmas streets. Suddenly, by yourself on the sidewalk, you dive back into your mind and wonder, what do I have? What do I need and what should I give? How can I find the happiness again this year, before its too late? People always begin asking with “I”s even during this time of selflessness. Admit it. And we do not find the answers in our wallets, under the tree, or inside a bustling living room.
Because really, in the end, the answers lie in the 2010 year old manger. Go find it.