And yet here I am, on Christmas Eve, and things have certainly been less than perfect. The day has been more stressful than not, and I am guilty of having a slightly shorter fuse with those I Iove in the last couple of days. I often wonder why an occasion like this lends itself to that. Something as joyous at its core and magical in appearance as Christmastime so often is accompanied by stress and heartache. And I know it's not just me! But I think I finally figured it out. For those who did years ago, y'all just nod and smile and bear with me. I am a little slow.
The reason it is like this is because of the tension we feel, deep down in the depths of our being, between What Is, and What Should Be.
I was reminded tonight that that is why Jesus came. To reconcile us to himself. To make it possible for a dirty, messy, unclean people to stand before him white as snow. I don't know about you, but I need that. My life is not perfect. It is a mess of tangled threads that I have confidence will one day be woven into something beautiful, at the Last Day.
So, Merry Christmas--joyously. And with anticipation and longing for what is to come.