It seems to me that Christmas, like such rainy days, is a time of renewal, transformation and rebirth. The timeless story echoes throughout history, from stories like “Christmas in the Trenches”, to Charles Dickens’s “A Christmas Carol” and yes, even to “How the Grinch stole Christmas.”
I encourage you, on rainy days like these, to pull out these timeless stories and listen for the voice of resurrection speaking in them. Words like:
“Maybe Christmas,” the Grinch thought, “doesn’t come from a store.” Dr. Seuss, “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”.
“I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. Scrooge, on Christmas day, from Charles Dickens, “A Christmas Carol”
Christmas is a fine season for joy to think of those we love. Molere
And know that I am with you always; yes, to the end of time. Jesus Christ
I leave you with a beautiful poem by Madeline L’Engle:
The Risk of Birth, Christmas
This is no time for a child to be born,
With the earth betrayed by war & hate
And a comet slashing the sky to warn
That time runs out & the sun burns late.
That was no time for a child to be born,
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome;
Honour & truth were trampled by scorn–
Yet here did the Saviour make his home.
When is the time for love to be born?
The inn is full on the planet earth,
And by a comet the sky is torn–
Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.
Blessings and love, Pastor Laurie