The weight of the meaning of Christmas and the overwhelming gift of Jesus settled on my heart this year more heavily than usual. Merry is not a word I would describe this season with but rather, joy. This year particularly my heart is broken for sufferers. For the heart-broken, for the lost. Those who don’t know the Prince of Peace, the Everlasting daddy who is the wonderful Counselor, our Mighty God. Each of: those titles is so tenderly, powerfully, gut-wretchingly amazing and I am deeply saddened that these gifts are not under everyone’s tree or that people aren’t seeing and opening it.
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6
I want to encourage all those who are away from their family, those who simply have none left and especially for those who’ve lost a family member or someone dear to them recently. The promise of Emmanuel and the finished work at the cross is the hope and strength I pray for you and me. It’s as though the last (17 years, 4 years, 2 years) of grief for my passed family members all suddenly weighed on me this year. Loss of family over the years as they moved away and subsequently not sharing Christmas’, birthdays, weddings, births… Added to this ‘losing’ the intimate joyous sharing of Christ’s birth with my ship family. This year I’m sharing my Christmas with a few people I’ve known for less than 3 months. Strangers basically. No pity party here 😉 but yes, it’s raw and sobering. a perfect opportunity for compassion.
While I was singing worship songs in the Christmas service this morning, a joyfulness and gratefulness burst from my eyes in floods of tears and I was happy to be exactly where I was simply because I felt so intimately seen and loved by the most powerful and mind-blowing, powerful God. My Father. It was a sweet moment I hunger for and am honored and humbled when I experience it. But my heart soon broke for my family, for those gone, for the children abused, alone and estranged. For the brokenhearted. Those who don’t have those intimate moments of peace and joy with the Spirit.
I could could only sit down in my seat and plead with salty tears and whimpers. Jesus was sent for everyone. To take the place of everyone who is on death row. I’m so grateful for all He has done for me. My prayer for this year coming is more hearts aligned with Jesus. More eyes opened, more weight-lifted and the dead risen because they invited Jesus into the room of their hearts. More hearts awakened and spirits revived.
The slave does not remain in the house forever; the son remains forever. 36 So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed. John 8: 35 -36.
I hold onto the reminders of the trials and persecution that Jesus endured. Of his humble arrival and the harrowing, painful death he suffered. It’s Christmas for sure. That baby boy came to earth for me and I am humbled and so thankful, in the midst of my sadness and grief there is joy. I have hope when I see all He has done. Holy Spirit breath courage and life into this weary sad heart. Spirit come.
“What we lack is what You covered, what we get is what You paid for. Praise will be my song!” – Torwalt
Thanks be to God for his inexpressible gift! – Corinthians 9:15