It is quiet here now. The rush of people, laughing children, and songs of praise are stilled as the leaves have all but fallen. There is a certain stillness that has swept over camp. It is both a welcome respite and a time of reflection on all the busyness that happens in a camp season. Camp runs on a bit of a different schedule than most of the world. All the unfinished projects finally come off the shelf in winter, the nooks and crannies get cleaned. A calm comes in from the chaos.
Christmas is my favorite season, not winter, but Christmas. There is so much joy that arrives from Christmas! The gifts, food, decoration, family get-togethers, and all things cozy find their home at Christmas time. But even moreso, now that I’ve gotten older, it is the anticipation of Christ. The Advent season that awaits the birth of a baby who was God in the flesh, is such an incredible event to long for, to await with expectation.
For many, this season can also be filled with pain, with darkness, and sadness. Lost loved ones, loneliness, and a feelings of emptiness can often seem too great to bear. The month of December can be so filled with parties, gifts and commitments that often times the joy of Christ is not present.
The first Christmas was met in God’s silence to a very worn and weary world. His people had not heard from God in quite some time. His people felt abandoned, lost, hopeless and alone. But even in His stillness, God was moving, putting into motion His perfect plan to redeem His lost children. The weary could now rejoice, because hope had now come!
Winters are long, cold, and seem endless, but we know they will lead to spring, and one can hardly look at Christmas without looking toward Easter. We look at a precious baby, human and divine, through and through. Innocent, perfect, yet born to die.
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
And this Child will save us all. He is the thrill of hope to our weary world.
In this season, It is my prayer that our hearts will find a thrill in, and spend time cleaning our hearts for, His coming, and His assured return.