Fair warning: I’ll be posting a whole lot of happy in the next twenty-some days. I love Christmas.
However, I’m aware that this is the most dismal time of the year for many folks. I’m not trying to rub happy in your face. Depression is real. It is mean. It behaves as if it is the boss.
It is not.
I also understand that whether you are feeling a bit blue or are clinically depressed, the trappings of Christmas can simply be too much. I’m sorry. I apologize in advance for the decking of the halls and the ringing of the bells. I’m sorry if all the joy in the world simply accentuates your sorrow. I’m truly, truly sorry.
If your sorrow is from grief, or illness, or poverty, please know we are not making light of those things when we scatter tinsel everywhere. People have real problems in this world, and none of us will escape that.
So, what are we to do, then? The Bible says to mourn with those who mourn and rejoice with those who rejoice. I suppose the only thing we can do is tell one another. If you are mourning, or depressed, or sick, or poor- tell someone. Maybe your neighbor or the preacher down the street. Maybe a counselor or your doctor. Maybe your mom or your spouse. Keep telling until someone listens long enough to get you help. Of course, the only help may be the passage of time. But, it is good to pass time with people.
And Christmas? With great compassion and deep care for your pain, I’m going to celebrate. All the lights, all the trimmings, all the fal-la-la-la-la I can find. Because the story of Christmas starts in darkness.
But, the Light always comes.