Leaves swirl from their branches as trees become bare. Soon a thin blanket of white snow may become their covering. The sun dips below the horizon as darkness descends much earlier now. For many, a darkness descends over the heart at this time of year.
Thanksgiving. Christmas. The holiday season does not always hold cheer. For some it is their first (or second or you fill in the blank) holiday without their loved one present. Those divorced find it hard to celebrate without the spouse they loved. Financial situations burden parents who won’t be able to get gifts for their children. Military families are separated. Others grieve over the loss of a child.
But there is hope.
Hope is found in the manger we sing about at Christmas. Baby Jesus grew up to be our Prince of Peace and the Savior of the world. A gift of grace and mercy sealed by His blood on the cross for our sins. He is the ultimate way-maker providing reconciliation between us and God. King Jesus now reigns in majesty. He makes a way when we see no way out. He reconciles broken relationships. He comforts the brokenhearted and tenderly binds up their wounds. He shines light into our darkness because He is the Light of the World. He does all these and much more but only if we let Him.
Believer, cry out from your darkness to the Light of the World. Let Him reign in your heart this holiday season and throughout the year. Stand in the power only Christ can give.
May the words of this beautiful hymn by Keith Getty and Stuart Townsend be a reminder to us:
In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev’ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live.
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow’r of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow’r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow’r of Christ I’ll stand.