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The Gift of Each Other


The magic of Christmas morning is at its peak when we are children.  I can still remember the feelings of anticipation and excitement.  Around three o’clock in the morning my little sister would climb the ladder to the top bunk and the ritual would begin.  Between brief snoozes we would whisper in hushed voices about whether we thought we heard Santa in the living room, if he had come yet, was it time to get up yet, what did he bring us…. This would continue until enough sun made it through our windows to provide us the courage to slowly open our door and creep down the hallway. We would get to the corner that led to the living room where the tree was and we would slowly poke our heads’ around the corner.  Then the screaming and jumping would ensue as we saw the beauty of the lit tree casting magical rays off the packages and ribbons— it truly sparkled.  The tree and its light seemed to also caste a protective orb around the room because we knew we couldn’t touch a thing until our parents and older sister were up too, so off we would sprint to my parents’ room.

It makes me smile just to remember.  Each present was beautifully wrapped and just waiting for us to open.  

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God With Us

“All this took place to fulfill what had been spoken by the Lord through the prophet: ‘Look, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and they shall name him Emmanuel,’ which means, ‘God is with us.’” Matthew 1: 22-23


Growing up I don’t remember my parents playing a lot of music in the house, but at Christmas time that changed.  We listened to Christmas music non stop from Thanksgiving all the way through opening presents on Christmas morning.  My mom had an album that was one of her Christmas favorites and it got played at least once a day: Amy Grant’s “Home for Christmas.”  The album had one particular song, “Emmanuel, God with Us”, that has left a lasting mark on my Christmas theological reflection.

Many Christmas songs are either completely secular (focusing on the family traditions and seasonal beauty) or completely religious (focusing on the birth of Jesus), but this song bridges the two topics.  The first verse calls to mind the beauty of decorations and holiday ambiance paired with family gatherings and story telling, then draws us in to the reason for our celebrations— the birth of Jesus.  The second verse reminds us that God is still very much ‘With Us,’: “And still he [Jesus] calls through the night beyond the days of old. A voice of peace to the weary ones who struggle with the human soul.” The final verse sums up the struggle of this season for many: “And the years they come, and the years they go, though we may forget somehow that the child once born in Bethlehem is still among us now.” That forgetting is far too easy.  We flood our season with shopping lists and festive parties that can at times cloud our vision of God’s involvement in all of this.  

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Each life- our newest babies, each of us, all of those in your life- are beacons of hope.  We are each advent messengers of light, showing God has more in store for the world.  


This past Sunday we entered the season of Advent.  It is a season in the church year that is filled with much symbolism— wreaths and candles, litanies and silence.  Advent is a time of anticipation and preparation, when we await Christmas morning in its splendor.  Indigo blue is the color of this season. It is meant to remind us of the color of the nights sky just before dawn breaks; when we know that the light will fill the sky, but for now darkness remains.  Advent reminds us of how long the night can be.

I don’t need much of a reminder of that reality these days.  I am very conscious of just how long a night can be.  As a mother of a two month old, it feels at times that I may never sleep again.  My nights are peppered with feedings and diaper changes, rocking and cuddles.  Instead of looking forward to my head hitting the pillow knowing that restoration and renewal was coming, there are now nights in which I dread going to sleep because I know I am just as likely to find myself more depleted in the morning than rejuvenated. 

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