A trip to the eye doctors to acquire a prescription for glasses. “It’s The Most Wonderful Time of the Year” plays one the radio. A man once vibrant now on decline… waits. Confusion clouding his mind–making him angry. He is going from the light to darkness–dementia. It could be any of us someday…this robbing of mind. Compassion for this poor gentleman wells within, and I am reminded that for some it may not be the most wonderful time.
Trees dressed with glowing lights, multi-colored bulbs sprinkled with glitter, tinsel, and red and white candy canes. Boughs of evergreens draped over arches, candles illuminating windows, and bright red bows completing green wreaths. Christmas carols playing, holiday greetings arrive in the mail, and well wishes to everyone. By all accounts it does seem to be the most wonderful time of the year. However, for many it is not.
Illness, aloneness, family strife, and hearts that have been wounded and broken–all are present. Yet, we often expect this to be the one day of the year when all is perfect. Why do we expect so much? Why do we put such pressure on ourselves? When even our Savior’s birth was not the perfect situation.
A young unmarried virgin is pregnant–an offense which could have resulted in her being stoned–with the Son of God. Her betrothed almost divorced her. She had to travel, pregnant and scared to Bethlehem. Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, to be registered with Mary, his betrothed wife who was with child. Luke 2:4-5 There were no hospitals or even a room at an inn for her to give birth in. She gave birth to the Savior of the world in a stable–animals standing near, straw, and filth. And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2:7
If God’s Son came into this world in a less than perfect environment then, perhaps, we need to give ourselves a break and stop worrying about making sure we have all our ducks in a row. More importantly remember those who are hurting and show them the love of Jesus. The Healer, Redeemer, and Savior of the World.
Count Blessings, Kasey