Only two years ago, prior to the pandemic, we were getting ready for Christmas and awaiting our family from South Carolina and So. Korea to arrive. It was the day of Christmas Eve when I was admitted to the hospital with a bacterial infection. All the plans were placed on hold, but I was fortunate to be able to spend a portion of that silent, holy night with my family in that hospital room.
This year, after two years of a battle with a virus that has taken many of our friends and loved ones to heaven, the message of Christmas remains the same. Jesus, the Son of God, was born to a virgin. He took on human form to become one of us – to share our sorrows, our pain and loss – to give up everything for a world that was lost without Him. I became ill with COVID19 right before Thanksgiving this year. I thought we might be replaying the Christmas of 2019 but by the grace of God I am recovering fully from this dreaded disease. Many haven’t recovered. Many are leaving an empty chair behind this Christmas. Many hearts are feeling the tremendous weight of their loss, but God still remains constant even in their sorrow. For those of us who look forward to eternal life in heaven, we know that those we love are enjoying that very gift this Christmas.
I wrote this post after Christmas 2019. I was gifted with a most remarkable event. Many would call it coincidence or something I made up in my head, but it was very real to me and gave me great comfort. If you are lonely this Christmas – if you feel there is no one who cares about you – if you are thinking tht the world would be better off without you – if your grief has taken over all your thoughts – remember this – On that holy, silent night, God came down from heaven, became a man, lived a life of poverty and sorrow, suffered, died and was buried. He then rose to eternal life on His throne in heaven and He is waiting there for YOU. You are never, ever alone – because God is always with you.
Post written 01/02/2020
All the anticipation – all the joyful music of the season – the reunions, the special laughter, the gatherings – suddenly came to an abrupt halt. On this silent, holy night, as I looked out the expanse of wide windows into a fog covered night, a glorious moment occurred. There was no fanfare, no angel choirs, complete aloneness and not a sound.
Through the corridors of time, my mind swiftly covered seventy seven years of Christmas. I remembered the yearly church services, with memorized Bible passages and the sound of beautiful hymns filling the sanctuary. This was part of my Christmas for as long as I can remember. It always began in church where the story of the Son of God has been told and retold through the ages.
There were the Christmases of plenty and those where there was very little to give, but the focal point of that special night never changed. Jesus would be placed in a feeding trough for animals, after being wrapped tightly in strips of cloth. This was not a bed fit for a King. It wasn’t fit for any human habitation. The humility of that very act shows us what the cost was for Christ to leave His home in heaven to take on our sins.
My mind quickly fast forwarded to this Christmas. For weeks we had been anxiously awaiting our family from S. Carolina. Our Minnesota kids helped to ready our home for the holiday. Our usual Christmas Eve would be spent in church with all our clan and then off to our youngest daughter’s home for a fine dinner and celebration of being together. Instead, I was in a hospital room, looking out at the blanket of dense fog which was cuddling every thing in sight. I felt very small, yet part of something extremely big. I’m not sure if it was the moon or a very bright star that was pushing its way through the fog.
Even in the aloneness of that moment, I felt my heart leap for joy, because I knew God was with me and the treasure of His Son, laying on a mound of hay was enough to fill the empty spaces. None of us should ever feel alone, even in our darkest times. The promises of God’s presence in our hearts has seen to that. He has made a place there for the Christ Child to live.
It was midnight when I looked out the window. I contemplated the first Christmas and thought of the beauty of that silent, holy night. Time stood still for a moment and a feeling of peace rushed over me. The story never changes. It always ends the same way and yet each time I hear it, something new lands in my brain. God is like that, you know.