While wishing “Merry Christmas” the response has been one of kindness and best wishes but what I really want to wish for people is something I don’t really know how to share and which often they don’t want to hear. What I want to share is the love and joy that grows in me as I grow in the knowledge of the living Christ.
Please don’t stop reading or be angry. I’m no bible thumper. Far from it but there are times when my heart aches that others don’t have the same peace I have been able to find in my faith.
I’m not a very religious person, neither am I very pious. I attend church regularly and I also “sin” regularly though I really think we misuse that word terribly. We all do wrong things and we all do things which a perfect light would reveal as harmful to ourselves, others or the planet. We fall short of being the perfect creatures we were created to be.
That is the very reason for Christmas and for many of the other light festivals celebrated in late December. This is a reminder of the darkness in our hearts and we look to the light and warmth of the sun which brings life.
My celebration is of Jesus the Christ and the light he has brought into my life. This God born of woman, lived and understands the human frailty which causes us to stray from the goodness which is our greatest gift to the world. He lived and loved, lost and longed, laughed and lamented. He knows what it is like to be me…to be you. Furthermore he took all our wrong and all our pain upon himself and sacrificed his life for ours so we no longer have to live bound by our failures and hurts.
Tomorrow evening I get to sing a song which describes this Lord I love and serve. The words are a wonderful description of the way my heart and soul find comfort in the knowing of this Creator of mine.
In the Quiet Curve of Evening
Words and Music by Julie Howard 1993
In the quiet curve of evening, in the sinking of the days, in the silky void of darkness, you are there. In the lapses of my breathing, in the space between my ways, in the crater carved by sadness, you are there.
In the rests between the phrases, in the cracks between the stars, in the gaps between the meaning you are there. In the melting down of endings, in the cooling of the sun, in the solstice of the winter, you are there.
In the mystery of my hungers, in the silence of my rooms, in the cloud of my unknowing, you are there. In the empty cave of grieving, in the desert of my dreams, in the tunnel of my sorrow you are there. You are there, you are there, you are there.
It is my hope you will find some way to seek and find this great “I AM” over this season and that you will find joy and peace which comes from faith in that which is beyond ourselves.
I’m taking a few days off from this blog.
Blessings to you and yours for Christmas.