During the Blue Christmas
service at our church in town, the pastor asked each person to select a
Christmas ornament from several that she had placed on the altar. We were
to choose the one that best represented the way we felt this Christmas.
I chose a blue bulb with an encircling silver design that
reminded me of a river or waves or wind. It was a pattern that could have been found
on ancient pottery or textile. To my eyes it also resembled the yin-yang symbol
of ancient China.
When my wife and I returned home, we hung the ornaments on
the frame of our bay window in our living room, over our small Christmas tree
and olive wood nativity scene. I have been contemplating my selection ever
since. Meditating upon the ornament has become part of my morning devotions
during Christmastide, which is the traditional twelve days of Christmas
beginning the 25th. As the new year approaches it has become meaningful
to me as a symbol of the future as well as the past.
Time flows in a never ending stream. From our perspective on
this planet, time appears cyclical with no beginning and no end. The seasons and years
come and go. The dark and light pattern on the bulb elicits thoughts of the
good and the bad that makes up our lives. Weakness and strength. Joy and
sorrow. The third chapter of Ecclesiastes was read at the service, and it
continues to echo in my heart.
To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the
heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that
which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to
gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain
from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time of peace.
The words of a hymn written by Pittsburgh pastor, Hugh
Thomson Kerr, during the First World War also comes to my mind:
God of our life,
through all the circling years,
we trust in you;
in all the past, through all our hopes and fears,
your hand we view.
With each new day, when morning lifts the veil,
we own your mercies, Lord, which never fail.
we trust in you;
in all the past, through all our hopes and fears,
your hand we view.
With each new day, when morning lifts the veil,
we own your mercies, Lord, which never fail.
God of the past, our
times are in your hand;
with us abide.
Lead us by faith, to hope's true Promised Land;
be now our guide.
With you to bless, the darkness shines as light,
and faith's fair vision changes into sight.
with us abide.
Lead us by faith, to hope's true Promised Land;
be now our guide.
With you to bless, the darkness shines as light,
and faith's fair vision changes into sight.
God of the coming
years, thro' paths unknown
we follow you;
when we are strong, Lord, leave us not alone;
our faith renew.
Be now for us in life our daily bread,
our heart's true home when all our years have sped.
we follow you;
when we are strong, Lord, leave us not alone;
our faith renew.
Be now for us in life our daily bread,
our heart's true home when all our years have sped.
Through all the circling patterns of light and dark that
make up our lives, the divine design of our lives is beautiful. Ecclesiastes 3 explains,
“He [God] hath made everything beautiful
in his time.” The darkness as well as the light make it so. 2019 was good.
2020 will be good. As God said in Genesis as he sat back and contemplated his
creation: “It is very good.”
May God bless you with a beautiful year of light and dark in
2020. May we always see the pattern of our lives as beautiful. For as the
scripture says, “And we know that all things work together for good to them
that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.”