I wanted a big miracle at Christmas, you know like the ones in movies. The magical, nostalgic all your dreams come true moments. It’s Christmas Eve and my dreams seem to be running away from me rather then coming closer to fruition. Were the magical moments of childhood just that – a child’s perspective? The older I get the harsher the realities of life and dreams seem.
No, I will not be depressed – it IS Christmas!
In two hours I would home and the last thing I wanted to do was paste on a fake smile for the kids. They still believed in the magic, and I didn’t want to spoil it for them. They will grow up all to soon. Desperate to not fall into the “black hole” I fiddled with my iPod trying to get some worship music playing. I need a different focus. Desperately.
As the miles rolled by I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful the snow looked covering the dead brownness of the countryside. It was beautiful. I couldn’t deny that, no matter how surly my mood.
Maybe there is still a little magic left?
Trees bowed low under ice and snow crystals that shown even brighter because of the grey sky. Dead and broken weeds and branches now created enticing tunnels into the unknown.
Beauty transforming the deadness of winter.
Beauty in the brokenness.
Beauty in my brokenness?
The pure white of the snow creates an atmosphere of light that pierces through the black deadness of the forest. The darkest places now become light.
Isn’t that what He did for me?
I want the magic of fairy tales, but isn’t darkness turning into light real magic?
I got into my car and my darkness surrounded me.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
He came to bring light to my heart, to my circumstances and life. Darkness is real and powerful.
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it…The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world.
We are in darkness. I was not wrong, in that life has some very harsh realities. But because of the harshness of those realities the magic is even greater. Without pain and ugliness would we know beauty and light? We are in darkness.
Nevertheless, there will be no more gloom for those who were in distress….
The people walking in darkness
have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of deep darkness
a light has dawned…
For to us a child is born,
to us a son is given,
and the government will be on his shoulders.
And he will be called
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. (Isaiah 9:1-6)
The magic is still real now in my life and yours, because the Lord’s birth is a sign that He will do what He has promised us, that He will be faithful and good. King Ahaz refused to ask the Lord for a sign.
Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign: The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and will call him Immanuel. (Isaiah 7:14)
Immanuel. God with us – that is the magic of Christmas, not making our problems disappear, go away or even make sense to us. There can still be uncertainty, trials and unfulfilled dreams.
He enters into our darkness and our problems that is the magic! A real smile of Christmas anticipation filled my face as I pulled into the drive way. Home. Bring it on. Someday the little ones will realize they are right. Christmas is a magical time.