In a few days it will be December
and the season
of
Love
Joy
and Peace
will be upon us.
Years ago, I realized that things like love, joy and peace
don't just happen because
Tis the Season.
Every year,
somewhere in the midst of
the hustle and bustle,
the stress of getting all the teacher's presents
the grandparent's presents,
and the kid's presents bought,
the children's pageant rehearsed,
some random regional attempt at the Nutcracker attended,
the cookie exchange cookies baked,
and the white elephant wrapped,
I tend to really dislike what Christmas has become.
What I have let it become.
What I have made it.
I become tired, bone tired.
Distracted and grumpy.
Until
Christmas Comes In.
Some years it is a memory.
And some years, a song
or a sweet act of kindness
when least expected.
A hug.
A verse.
It's like the whole mess has no meaning until that moment-
that magical moment when I remember
the beginning,
the wonder
and
the reason.
Christmas Comes In
I never know when it will happen
but in the weeks to come,
I will be watching for it,
and hoping for it
for you too.
In that quiet moment,
I hope you feel the
peace,
joy
and love
that we have
because He came.
When Christmas Comes In.