Christmas is wonderful, and difficult. It’s a blessing, and a drain. It’s the celebration of our eternal reality, and can make our daily, earth-bound reality take on a rather pitiful and painful light.
It’s about receiving the gift God has given, and a reminder to my flesh that sometimes what I want more than the Savior is an easy way out, a ticket to Hawaii, a new car with 4 wheel drive.
It’s a confrontation to my selfishness and lack of gratefulness. As much as I love to give, I do love to get, and I especially love to get what I want – what I need is not always welcome. As thankful as I am for Jesus, I’m quick to count Him among my “old things,” like special pieces of jewelry, and old books. Things that make me feel nostalgic and connected to something totally irrelevant.
I feel like Judas this year. Ready to rage against Jesus for not providing for the poor, for not solving the crisis at hand, for not rising up and slaying the wicked.
I’ve found myself playing a lot of hymns instead of Christmas music this year, and one hymn in particular has found a comfortable place under my fingers and in my voice.
Be Still, My Soul.
It’s become my prelude to recapturing the real joy of Christmas.
Here’s the lyric. Enjoy.
Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side.
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change, He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord.
When disappointment, grief and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past
All safe and blessèd we shall meet at last.
Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake
To guide the future, as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below