And so we stumble on, term is almost over, the holidays have almost begun and we are more than ready for them.
Today we had our Carol Service at church.
We sang again those old old songs which tell of a bigger story we are all part of, which point us to the wonder of a God who comes to earth to hang out with his people. These are songs that remind us of his crazy weird fragile beginnings on this earth and point to his mission of reconciling sinners to God.
He came to bring us back home, loving us not because we are good or kind or worthy but because He is Good and Kind and Loves Us. He’s a better hope this Christmas than our efforts to be good or our obsession in creating the perfect family time or our desires for all the presents money can buy.
I wrote this piece a couple of years ago and was reminded of it again today as we sang the old old songs, the ones that sing of our Emmanuel, our hope, the best thing anyone could ever want.
“O Holy Child of Bethlehem
Descend to us we pray
Cast out our sin and enter in,
Be born in us today.
We hear the Christmas Angels,
The great glad tidings tell,
O come to us, Abide with us
Our Lord Emmanuel.”
Emmanuel is the word that is most likely to send shivers up my spine. I can’t help but grin like an idiot when belting out the last verse of this carol. It’s all I long for deep down inside. That I could hang out with God, that he would abide with me. It’s a wonder that will not be drowned out by my cynisim, doubt, pessimism or whatever black thoughts I throw at it. Emmanuel and my heart sings, Emmanuel and I drink it in. Emmanuel and I am home again.