Up until two years ago I had a hard and fast rule about when I would start to listen to Christmas music – the day after Thanksgiving. Never earlier. I don’t remember the reason for this rule. Maybe it comes from working retail and having to listen to incessant and insipid renditions of Christmas carols starting in what felt like June. Or maybe it comes from being in the school choir and needing to start learning music in September. Or maybe I’m just contrary. (I know which reason my family will pick.) But all that changed on October 17, 2008. I know this because that’s the creation date for my Pandora Christmas Radio station. Whether or not I actually listened to Christmas music before my self-imposed date, who knows? But I have to think I listened to some. Otherwise why did I create it so early?
Last year, though, last year I know I started early. Early October, to be more precise. I’d been thinking about what I was going to put on my Christmas mixed CD and decided, why wait? So I ordered MercyMe’s Christmas album used from Amazon on September 30, and when it showed up in the mail the next week, I started listening to it. In October.
This year, I started today. Sunday, October 3, 2010. I was in the mood and wanted to listen to MercyMe’s album, so I did. Twice. (Did I happen to mention I was contrary?) I hadn’t forgotten how much I love their version of “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen”, but it hadn’t been in the forefront of my mind since last year. But listening to it today, I was struck by the chorus: “O, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy; O, tidings of comfort and joy”.
Now, I don’t know about you, but I sure could use “tidings of comfort and joy”. It’s been a hard few months for my family. Heck, it’s been a hard year: both my Grandmothers had surgery, as well as one of my Grandfathers and one of my sisters; the child we took in last year turned out to be so damaged we couldn’t fix him (a bitter pill to swallow, especially, for my parents); and, as always, the myriad little things that seem to drag you down until you’re not sure you can get back up again.
Then yesterday, yesterday we went to a memorial – a “Celebration of Life” – for a family friend who died too soon. As at all memorials, there was some laughter, there were some tears, and the knowledge that there are two young men out there who had to grow up faster than they should have. But thinking about the number of people who were there, all the people who were touched by this man and his life, I have to think it brought some comfort, if not joy, to his family. To know how much he, and they, are loved.
Because we forget that, don’t we? We forget there are people out there who love us. Because life gets in the way, and the peace and certainty of love gets torn from us. That’s one of the reasons I love Christmas so much – the peace and certainty get restored. Yes, Christmas has become a very secular celebration with the moron brigade out in full force at the mall. But for those who believe the promise of John 3:16, Christmas is a new beginning. “A thrill of hope; the weary world rejoices, for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn”.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote a poem which has since been adapted into the carol “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day”. I probably didn’t need to write the previous six paragraphs; the last two verses say what I mean, better than I ever could:
And in despair I bowed my headSo I know this is a bit early, but my hope, my wish, my prayer for you is this: May the hope of Christmas be your comfort and joy throughout the year, and never forget you are loved.
“There is no peace on Earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on Earth, good will to men.”
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor does He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,
With peace on Earth, good will to men."