I don't know about you, but the coming of Christmas, for me, is about Hope! Hope that the darkness will end, hope that something better is on the way, hope that I will see my family soon, hope that I will make it to the end of the term with my voice and help intact.
The first Sunday of Advent has always been about Hope. The hope of the prophets that salvation was on its way, hope that what and who they had been waiting for, the Messiah, was coming as was foretold, hope in their Lord and saviour.
In a time and a world which feels very dark, I cling to that hope and that promise!
I thought I'd share one of my Pause for Advent posts from 2016 which I thought was quite helpful:
Sometimes, it feels like things go wrong in December. Everyone is tired and moody and longing for a break. The days are dark, long and gloomy. We shiver around radiators, we long for light and hope.
It seems when things aren't going merrily at Christmas, life seems even harder. It feels personal. It feels like everyone else is rejoicing, being merry.
I remember when I was 22 and my boyfriend of 2.5 years split up with me 2 weeks before Christmas. EVERYTHING felt really hard that year. All my household was happy. Everything felt hard and new. I remember keeping a brave face for everyone but it was really difficult. And all that was, was a break up from my boyfriend, imagine that it was a divorce, death, redundancy, cancer diagnosis- the outlook would have been bleaker.
Or it might be that you are teacher, particularly one dealing with pastoral care, it seems that the pupils are doing their utmost to get in trouble, argue, be nasty to each other, finding the SAME old issues keep coming up and don't seem to be resolved, you doubt yourself, wonder if you can keep doing this job, feel helpless or like giving up.
For all it is the most wonderful time of the year, folks can be generally mean and nasty to each other.
Imagine the family member left at home whilst the rest of the family are out playing, having fun, one can feel forsaken. One can imagine horrors and things going on that aren't true. I feel that sometimes, if the devil can find a chink in our armour, finds our insecurities, he plays on those, exasperates those fears and doubts and blows these up in our mind.
Or the anxiety of knowing you want to provide a wonderful time for your family, but the sheer fact that the sums won't add up and there's no money to pay for it.
Facing a first Christmas without a loved one. I am going to the carol service at my old church tonight and automatically started thinking of dropping in on Norma on my way there and remembering she is no longer with us.
I had started to think about writing this, about Christmas sometimes being difficult and then I saw Ang's Pause for Advent and discovered she had written about something similar.
She shared this wonderful poem which sums it up so evocatively:
And then when all is lost, all we have is hope. A friend who is still up when you phone to share your doubts; a fellow teacher who understands the difficulty; a hug or the reassurance that all is not lost.
For me, Christmas is about hope. Christ came to bring hope to the world and for me personally. I know that if all felt lost, he would be there for me.
There is HOPE at Christmas. A light in the darkness.
Love, peace and hope to you this year, whatever you are dealing with..
xxx






