“A thrill of hope; the weary world rejoices. For yonder breaks a new & glorious morn.”
O Holy Night has always been my favorite Christmas song, & I’ve always held that lyric close. But this year, it hits new depths in my soul. Because this year, more than ever before, I’m weary.
I’m weary of opinions stirred with hate, of arguments that offer up wounds instead of solutions. What a privilege to live in this country – and what a punch to the stomach to watch her people turn inward & point angry fingers. I want to be hopeful for us. But it’s been a hard year.
I’m weary of words that are just words, of unkept promises and hopes that have been yanked out by the roots. I’ve seen the dark & ugly pieces of a few hearts in the past twelve months – most notably, my own. It’s been a hard year.
I’m weary of sickness stealing treasured days from people I cherish, of holding my breath & wishing for a button that will pause things just as they are. I’m tasting the bitter in the midst of the sweet. It’s been a hard year.
I’m weary of watching injustice unfurl, whether one street or one hemisphere away, and feeling helpless in the face of such big problems. I’m hopeful for coming justice, but weary of feeling like my cries for it are whispers into the wind. It’s been a hard year.
I know I’m not alone. You’re carrying your own hopes and hurts. We are the weary world. We are desperate for something worth rejoicing over.
But tomorrow, we celebrate – not to hide our weariness, but because we know tomorrow brings the One who makes all things new. We celebrate – not because He is uncaring, but because He sits with us in our brokenness, cries with us in our mourning, & gets angry with us in the face of injustice. We celebrate because He is Emmanuel, God with us in our every moment.
Because we know the one who is worth rejoicing over for the rest of our days, tomorrow (and all of our tomorrows) are new & glorious. A thrill of hope, indeed – hope into every hopeless place. It’s been a hard year. But this is a holy night. Tomorrow, we celebrate our king.
O come, let us adore Him.