I write this as I prepare for our Blue Christmas Worship, worship for those who are grieving, hurting, lost, afraid, frustrated, disappointed, or “just aren’t feeling it this year.” It’s one of my favorite services of the year, because for me, it acknowledges that God is in the whole of human experience. God is present when our hearts rejoice and when they’re breaking.
Sometimes we clean up the Christmas story so much it becomes nice, or sickly sweet, but lest we forget, it’s a story of human birth, in a stable, in an occupied land. Jesus was born. And his birth like every other human birth, caused his mother great pain. It would have been messy, painful, and isolating. And God was there. The story of Jesus is a story of all the best and worst life has to offer, and the promise that God is in the midst of it all. Which gives me great reason to hope.
This Sunday, as we sing the fourth verse of Silent Night, we’ll reflect on what it means to sing with the angels “Alleluia’s to our king.” What does it mean to worship a baby, God made flesh, who came to change us all, not by might, but by love? Let us dare to hope, in the power of God’s love, to change our hearts and one by one, the world.
I’ll see you on Sunday,