It’s here. Christmas time.
Sound systems are radiating with bells of good cheer while disgruntled customers push and shove. Parking lots are full, stacked with greed. American consumerism has monopolized a time meant for hope, peace, joy, and love. Idol hands gripping material gifts are simply a distraction. If we pine after this empty world than we don’t have to face the reality of life. We don’t have to encounter intimacy with friends and family. If we shove a gift in someone’s face we don’t have to have the awkward conversation about recent aggravations.
Now, giving gifts is a beautiful thing. I’m not dismissing the necessity of giving. Christ has given to us. No, I’m battling against the insincere smile. Reconciliation begins with conversation. We can’t sweep anger or hurt under the tree skirt. We must face the uncomfortable discussion with friends we have wronged. We must be willing to be vulnerable and express our distress. If we don’t, we’ll implode.
It is in forgiving, truly, others and ourselves, through Christ, that we’ll encounter fulfillment.
We have a hope.