I haven’t been blogging lately. There’s nothing wrong; I just haven’t had the time. But I can’t let the holidays come and go without wishing one and all well.
There’s just something about Christmas. Last weekend, we got a babysitter and my wife and I headed to the downtown area of the Midwestern town we live in. Between the falling snow and the holiday decorations everywhere, I was suddenly transported to the mythical town of Bedford Falls. I said, “now
this feels like Christmas.” And we both had to laugh. This is only our second Christmas away from Louisiana where it never snows, and last year’s Midwest Christmas was not so white. I guess that’s how much watching all those
holiday classics shapes our expectations.
One of the great miracles of Christmas, is that our experiences of the day and season can often survive our expectations. Despite the fact that Christmas never is what we expect, it still manages to be a transcendent season of
joy, hope, and transformation.
So open the egg nog, sing a few carols, and let a miracle or two happen.
Merry Christmas.
