It’s Christmas Eve and I’m sitting in the living room smelling the Christmas tree and listening to my brother rock it out to some Broadway song as he gets ready for the day.
(*not acknowledging the allergy headache I feel coming on or the fact that I slept too late and really need to wash my hair.)
I’ve been wanting to write this post for days. In fact, I had intentions to write more than one post in the days leading up to Christmas.
I wanted to freeze time a bit and writing helps me do that.
Alas, it’s now Christmas Eve and the “days before” went by too fast once again.
This is SO not something I was concerned with when I was little.
When I was a child (and I think there is a pretty large consensus that 24 is no longer considered a “child”) Christmas took FOREVER to get here. The days before were too long and grown-ups took wayyyy too long to eat and clean the kitchen before it was time for presents. (This is a thing for most children, yes?)
And you can forget falling asleep on Christmas Eve.
I would start counting down and anticipating in my head the second the decorations started popping up on the street lights in MB and the moment I saw the Advent wreath make its debut in church.
Time moved too slowly.
Now, the days before Christmas are my favorite days and this year I’ve been doing my best to walk through them slowly and to enjoy the preparations.
I think I succeeded at this about 50% of the time. Despite my best intentions, my humanity gets in the way much more than I would like it to, and I know I’ve let moments go by unsavored.
Also, I’m a dreamer and a perfectionist and nothing ever quite meets the expectations that I create in my head…myself included. Even this blog post isn’t measuring up. Few things do, but that’s a post for another day.
Whether I’m a child impatiently waiting and anxiously counting down the minutes till presents or an adult who is struggling to savor the moments and foolishly attempting to slow down time, I’m usually still missing the reason for the anticipation in the first place.
Thankfully there’s this to put it all right for me every. single. time. –
O holy night the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth
Long Lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new glorious morn
Truly He taught us to love one another
His law is love and His gospel is peace
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother
And in His name all oppression shall cease
Never, in all my years have words spoken so deeply to my core. Never have I read words more beautiful or true. Never before have I experienced words actually soothing a soul like these do mine.
Never before have I understood the gospel more clearly.
I can’t read them (especially the bolded) without welling a bit.
The world is weary. My goodness, yes. But our dear Savior came specifically so that our soul would feel its worth. Every. single. soul. Can you imagine what the world would be like if every. single. soul. felt worthy? The world would not be weary, I can tell you that. The world would rejoice.
He came with law and a gospel. Love and peace respectively. I don’t know of any gift better than that.
And then this. My most favorite words in a Christmas song ever. Maybe in any song…”In His name,” an infant born in scandal to refugees, in His name, “all oppression shall cease.”
Tell me, what is more beautiful than that?