12 January 2010

Hard to let go...

So...it's January 12, and there is Christmas music playing in my office. Over the past several days, I've re-read Luke 2:1-20 and John 1:1-14 several times. The tree is still up in our house...and until last night, we'd been lighting it at sundown. For some reason, I'm having a hard time this year moving past Christmas.

Before you psycho-analyze too deeply: It's not that I'm overwhelmed by nostalgia or hiding in some happy memories to the avoidance of daily difficulties (although there are plenty of those). No...for some reason, I simply find myself awestruck at the very thought of a God who would obligate himself to his own handiwork, for that indeed is what we are confronted with in the Word Made Flesh. There is no need for God to behave this way. The stunning reality is that God chooses to do this for the sake of love...a love that will not let us go.

Consequently, I find myself unable to let go...stuck at manger-side, next to the shepherds and Mary, the saints and voyeurs of every century...all of whom struggle to comprehend what God is doing...completely taken by this tiny one who is Lord of all. Put on another Christmas CD. Then come, let us adore him still.