I must admit, I sneak a peek at them now and then, but I don’t feel I’m hooked. However in thinking about the singular theme that weaves through these predictable stories, there is a direct link to the fairy tales we grew up with. The plot is much the same. A young woman faces a difficult relationship. She may be overburdened with a problem. She might be abused, unappreciated, unloved, unsure of the future. Whatever the case, there is a problem to overcome and it usually involves a prince charming coming out of nowhere and sweeping our poor heroine off her feet. Like that ever happens in real life!
I think because of the nature of women, we need to dream of happy endings, partly because God created women to be nurturers, caretakers, tender and loving. He knew women would have the strength to carry children. He knew men could gain good counsel and encouragement from women. We are not the weaker sex. In my opinion, we’re an extension of man – created from him – part of him – a helper for him and someone to share our love with.
The beauty of the Christmas season is summed up in that word – LOVE. Maybe that’s why we’re drawn to it. The pageantry, the beauty, the lights and music, the special presents, the church services, are just window dressing compared to the truth of the season. Our Hero, Jesus, was born like any other child, yet He was unlike any other child. He was conceived by God, born of a virgin and came to earth to live with us as a brother. He had no place to call home, but He is in command of the stars. He did the unthinkable, so we could be together forever. It all sounds like a fairy tale in a way, but this is truth.
Jesus gave up His throne in heaven, to take our place. He suffered for our sins. He died for our transgressions. He paid the ransom and guarantees us eternal life in paradise. Now that’s what I call a real happy ending.