AN ENCOURAGING WORD, written for publication in the Monroe
Journal, December 27, 2012, by Dr. Thomas Lane Butts, Pastor Emeritus, First
United Methodist Church, Monroeville, Alabama.
'TWAS THE WEEK AFTER CHRISTMAS
Now that the "Big Day" is over and we are trying
to get back to normal, whatever that may be, perhaps we should try to figure
out how to keep some of Christmas in our lives. People tend to feel "let
down" after such an intense celebration. It takes intentional effort
to keep the spirit of Christmas alive when it is over. So many things mitigate
against it. Several years ago Howard Thurman wrote a free-verse
poem about taking Christmas beyond December 25th.
"When the song of the angel is stilled, when the star
in the sky is gone,
When the kings and princes are home. When the shepherds are
back with their flocks;
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost, to heal the broken, to feed the hungry, to
release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations, to bring peace among people, to make
music in the heart..."
Most of the baubles we got or gave are soon gone, forgotten
or stored out of sight in the attic. What we actually keep from the
season are the intangibles. There is the spirit of excited joy we
experienced/shared with the children who were too young and innocent to worry
about mundane things like paying off credit cards and balancing the budget.
There remains the joy of seeing the older children come home from college
or distant work places, and seeing how they have grown and changed (hopefully
for the better). There is the lingering memory of having extended members of
our family of origin get together to swap grandiose tales of how
things were when they were growing up. For many years my family of origin got
together at the old home place where we grew up during the depression. We would
celebrate the fact that we were all still alive and of sound mind (relatively
speaking). We would recite embellished and polished gems of oral tradition
about the good old days which were so hard -- and so good. But times change.
Death and distance have left my family of origin, and perhaps yours, with only
the memories we struggle to keep.
Christmas is not a happy time for everyone. There are people
who, for unspoken reasons, are glad that Christmas is over. They are weary
of pretending to be happy when deep down they are sad. They have felt trapped
by the common expectations of the season and the expectations of others, and
have feigned as best they could a "holiday spirit". We all know
someone for whom this was the first Christmas after some significant loss such
as death, divorce or one of the many other ways you can lose someone or
something. There are those whose historical losses, failures and feelings
of brokenness float to the surface at Christmas time, and they find themselves
reliving some of the worst experiences of their past. And, then there are
also some whose memories of "Christmases past" are just not happy. Be
gentle and careful when you relate to people who morph into modern-day
Scrooges. There are more of them than you think, and the reasons for their
seasonal brittleness may be more complex than you can imagine.
This week between Christmas and the beginning of a new year
is a good time to remember resolutions and promises made to ourselves, God, and
other people. Did you keep the promises, or will you need to try again? Let me
tell you a story of someone who kept his promise.
It was the day after Christmas at a church in San
Francisco. As the pastor of the church was looking at the Nativity scene
in the narthex and getting ready to store it until the next year, he
noticed that the baby Jesus figure was missing from the manger. He went outside
and saw a little boy pulling a red wagon down the street. The baby Jesus
figure was in the red wagon. He walked up to the child and asked, "Son,
where did you get that baby Jesus?” The little boy said, "I got him from
the church." "Why did you take him?", the pastor asked. The
little boy replied, "Well about a week before Christmas I prayed and told
Jesus that if he would bring me a red wagon for Christmas, I would give him a
ride!”
May we all be so faithful to our promises -- each in
our own way.
copyright 2012 by Kathy Robbins
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