Tonight is my last night of working 11PM - 7 AM. I will not miss this shift. It's pretty rough. However, I was able to go to confession and while I waited in line, the church was having some sort of reenactment of the story of Christmas.
All of a sudden, lights went on and a man dressed in white, standing in the choir loft, belted out those words... we all know them...
Fear not! For behold I bring you tidings of great joy that will be to all people, for unto you is born this day, in the city of David, a Savior which is Christ the Lord!
In confession, I told the Priest of my great struggle with despondency at this time of year, estranged from an unbelieving family. He consoled me with comforting words just like our choir loft angel.
"Your suffering is meant for your salvation" he said.
Ever try to say an Act of Contrition while you are crying?
When pondering the difference between my version of Christmas and theirs, I ponder the difference between the message Happy Holidays and the message Joy to the World. Happiness is elusive. Joy is infused.
The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light.
I had plenty of opportunity to reflect on that as I drove home, passing many, many houses decorated in lights.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
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