Frederick Buechner writes about “the wild hope of Christmas.” It is so true that most of us look for that glimpse of hope in Christmas. When our hope is small, when the world seems hopeless, we look to Christmas, yearning to find our hope again.
And we do find hope in Bethlehem’s star and in the Holy Infant born in a stable. We find the hope of Christmas in every act of kindness, in the singing of the Angels, in the bright eyes of a child.
Although Christmas can be the bluest of seasons because of losses we have experienced and grief unresolved, there is still that astounding promise of Christmas, that God is with us. I cannot say it any better than does Frederick Buechner:
What keeps the wild hope of Christmas alive year after year in a world notorious for dashing all hopes is the haunting dream that the child who was born that day may yet be born again even in us and our own snowbound, snowblind longing for him.
– Frederick Buechner, from Secrets in the Dark
May the wild hope of Christmas come alive in you, this year and forever.