 A peculiar wonder of the
Thanks- giving-Christmas time zone is the way we get together, not as we usually
do, with friends or neighbors of our own choosing, those who share our
interests or are fun to be with – but with family.  Say the word family, and some faces light up, others stifle a grimace.  No matter the state of our relationships, we
make that drive, we puzzle over what to give, we cook and eat with people we’ve
quite literally known all our lives.  We
stick with those we’re stuck with.
     A peculiar wonder of the
Thanks- giving-Christmas time zone is the way we get together, not as we usually
do, with friends or neighbors of our own choosing, those who share our
interests or are fun to be with – but with family.  Say the word family, and some faces light up, others stifle a grimace.  No matter the state of our relationships, we
make that drive, we puzzle over what to give, we cook and eat with people we’ve
quite literally known all our lives.  We
stick with those we’re stuck with.
     Or
training in holiness.  We are in
relationships we cannot escape; we know the worst about each other, but we have
to deal with it, and we have no choice but to learn mercy, and humility.
  
  What Jesus wants for Christmas is for us to grow into the surprising,
arduous holiness that just might evolve from these seasonal visits to those we
cherish and adore, those whose minds have grown clouded and confused, those who’ve
hurt and been hurt, the strangers who share our DNA but not much else.  They are your past, the big hidden truth
about yourself.  
  
  And they are your future.  I love
Judy Garland singing “Have yourself a merry little Christmas” in Meet Me in St. Louis – and its lyric
which invites us (if we’re diligent, patient, and a bit lucky) into a more holy
life:  “Faithful friends who are dear to
us, gather near to us once more… Through the years we all will be
together.”  Of that we can be certain; I
suspect Jesus ordained things to be just this way for us.
