Christmas is my favorite holiday, my favorite time of year. I love the songs, the decorations, the spirit, the commercialism... all of it. I couldn't wait to put up decorations this year, to have my first Christmas tree, lights on my own house, and to celebrate with family. I couldn't wait to put up my Willow Tree Nativity that my sister and her family have given me pieces of for years. I couldn't wait to read the Christmas story, all of the Christmas books I love, and to celebrate the birth of my Savior.
Sometimes, however, the holidays are painful. Three years ago my best friend's dad died shortly before Christmas. This year, another dear friend experienced the loss of a child from a close friend. Death and illness do not take a vacation for the holidays like the rest of us. As I considered this, I felt such a comfort and relief at the knowledge I have of my Savior. He was born in a lowly stable to humble, mortal parents. He lived a life of perfection, experienced the gamut of emotions, pain, hurt, sadness, and joy we all experience in this life. He suffered and died for our redemption. He offers to comfort those in need, to mourn with those who are mourning, and to bring rest to the weary. What a blessing to have that knowledge! Although it doesn't immediately dry the tears, heal the broken heart, or rescue us from the depths of despair, our Savior's sacrifice and promises to us allow us to be comforted, to experience the beautiful peace of healing and light - it may take time, but it is possible because of Him.
One of my favorite Christmas stories is called The Forgotten Carols by Michael McLean. I learned about it from my first piano teacher, and for several years we would join them in dinner and a reading of the book and singing the songs. The music touches my soul and this year was no different. One song, in particular, has been in my mind this year. "Somewhere beneath the glitter that comes this time of winter, in many souls there is a cry. They may not clearly say it, but in their hearts they pray it. And you can see it in their eyes. I cannot my find my way; I cannot find my way at all... There were three kings who followed the star of Bethlehem. They came from afar to praise and honor Him. The light which beckoned them to seek the Lord of men: It calls to you. It calls to me. We're not alone; we have a star that shines today. The love He gave teaches how and shows the way. The light is clear to see if we have faith and believe. Three kings found the Lord and so can we."
Despite my own trials, my own shortcomings, my own pain, I know the Lord provides a way for us. Three kings found the Lord, and so can I. That star of Bethlehem beckons always, and for that I am grateful. Merry Christmas, friends. I hope your holiday season has been filled with joy and a sweet relief of the peace and comfort our Lord provides.
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