The time of joy and carols and of peace. The time where those who are recipients of God’s grace rejoice in hallelujah’s and songs of praise.
Christmas is a time of laughter and happiness.
But what does Christmas mean for people like me?
What does it mean for me in the midst of my depression
and my doubt?
What is it for my heavy heart
that breaks more and more every day?
What is it’s significance during my bouts of insomnia
where my tears don’t stop falling
and my fears don’t stop growing?
What is Christmas about for those who have lost loved ones?
For those who are struggling to keep their head
above the rising waters?
For those who are sick?
For those who are being oppressed and persecuted?
What is the point of the birth of a baby to those who ‘s only desire
Where does Christmas fit in our hearts?
Is it next to the idols?
To the addictions?
To the alcohol?
Would Christmas fit in the space that once held the piece of my heart that I gave away?
We celebrate God incarnate but where is God now?
What the hell does Christmas mean for people like me
whose pain is so significant
they can barely breathe?
Whose prayers aren’t answered
whose trials keep continuing?
During Christmas we say rejoice! We say hallelujah!
But what about those whose hurt runs so deep
they can’t offer a single utterance
of praise to the King?
If Christmas is for the joyous, than where do the exhausted fit in the equation?
What does Christmas mean in the midst of suffering?