Monthly Archives: December 2013

Not everyone’s Christmas is merry or bright
Lively or cheerful, or even full of life
For some, it is sad, a reminder of things lost
The heart misses what once was
Or things which have never come
Into the world of sorrow and toil
Sadness and sighing
Came God down
To meet man’s suffering
To fill the empty holes
Gaping and wounded
Hearts broken, sad souls
It is in the broken places
The loss
That the gift most needful
Is unconditioned love

No need to pretend all is well
When it is not
False fronts mean nothing
When what’s best is truths touch
Poor children are we all
No matter what we posses
Without the gift of eternal life
All of this is for show and to fill the hole
That stays empty in our chest
If your heart is sad at any season
Best to be real and honest
Let people know you are bleeding
Accept the love given and the warmth as best you can receive it
There is hope, even in pain
That’s the reason for Jesus, the truth of why He came
To bring peace into our chaos
To show us how to navigate difficulty and loss 
To be near us in the dark times
To help 
To love


Into the story stepped down
One who can heal and make well
The pains and sorrows that dwell
Behind even the happiest moments
No life is free from tragedy
Perfection is no ones reality
The trappings of wealth may cover a childhood bereft of love
Abuse behind closed doors may create a performer
People who hide in the corner may feel unable to be themselves
Having been told they are not worth the time
In this, God knew, the cruelty inherent in man’s ways
The balance of freedom to choose, love and hatred
At times it can seem impossible that a powerful Creator
Can let things seem so out of control when surely He could change it
Allowing His children to brutally kill and die and live scarred and broken
Offering the balm of future hope can seem pale and distant when the heart cries for redemption in the moment
Into this vacuum of wondering where and why we ponder
As tears fly down or are held in
Questioning, this existence, the nature of everything we wonder
How can it be
Why is it this way
Can we not speed up the process to outrun the pain
Answers are not always what we wish
As the sculpting of our identity requires stripping
The lies and the layers we put on to protect us
He demands raw, reality nothing left but our nakedness
He came that way, stripped bare of His wealth, made Himself a victim of man’s misery and plays for power and selfishness
He became a pawn in politics, He was the scapegoat and took the fall
He suffered loneliness and rejection from family, betrayal from those close to His soul
Never took the love of the flesh for comfort, did not bear a natural child
Had to leave His mother alone in the earth, felt the sting of a friends denials
Was surely called a bastard and worse, mocked by the leaders of His community and cursed
This is the story of Christmas 
This is more than a man on a sleigh
This is the truth of a God who was borne to be slain
It is bittersweet, this tale
It is heart wrenching to understand
The trials He suffered for the sins of all men
So, hope we must, for it is our only hope
No placebo or stuffed stocking can take away the void
In every heart longing for true home