On a quiet and cold Christmas, lonely and lost, I can’t help but believe that Jack Frost would
On a quiet and cold Christmas, lonely and lost, I can’t help but believe that Jack Frost would have been drawn to Nativity scenes. Somewhere tucked away in his heart, would the baby in the manger have brought back phantom memories of the little boy he used to protect when he was Nightlight? Would the story of a heavenly savior, coming down to Earth to save a scared and hopeless people have touched his heart, recalling memories that are just out of reach of a time he too come down to Earth to defeat a great evil? I like to think so. I would like to think that he finds great hope in this story about a star that glows even in the day, about a child whose importance was so mighty that even kings came to worship him, about a King who was discovered by shepherds. Even if he doesn’t have a family or a home in which to celebrate Christmas, until he’s able to remember his oath, I would hope he could find solace in this place.Christmas is a time of quiet joy for me, on a personal level. I love the gift giving and the carols and the time with family, but when I think about all that Jesus had to sacrifice, to come here as a tiny child, born to die, it’s a solemn time. That wistful loneliness that Jack carries, which Joyce often describes, I think is a part of the human condition that especially connects us to God; that pushes us to seek out a world beyond this one, to find the place we truly belong. May you all find a sense of belonging this Christmas and know that you are loved! Happy Holidays! -- source link
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