In Praise of Christmas Carols

There’s no reason for silent nights this time of year

I love the carols that we sing. 
They bring joy to my world. 
While shepherds watched their flocks by night, 
the angels praise unfurled.

Oh little town of Bethlehem, 
you heard the first noel. 
It came upon the midnight clear. 
Its lyrics we know well.

I heard the bells one silent night. 
A holy night it was 
“What child is this?” I heard him ask.
“It’s Jesus, Santa Claus!”

The little drummer boy’s convinced.
But Mary did you know 
the holly and the ivy point 
to Christ’s birth long ago?

Busting the Ghosts of Christmas Past

Looking out for the lost and lonely this time of year

There are movies, meals and concerts,
special programs, lights and trees.
It’s a season when we celebrate with style.
But this month of celebration
is quite difficult for some
who disguise their private pain behind a smile.

Let’s be sensitive to others
who will still put up a tree
but for whom the joyful carols trigger tears.
Far too many are still haunted
by the ghosts of Christmas past
who will make their presence known this time of year.

While enjoying festive functions,
be alert to those nearby
for whom silent night is more than just a song.
If appropriate, invite them
to take part in what you’ve planned.
Let’s remind the lost and lonely, they belong.

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas

Taking our cues from three brave hearts

The Christmas trees are at the curb
and New Year’s favors tossed,
yet there remains a reason to reflect.
Epiphany (the twelfth day)
is the climax of it all.
So why is it a day most folks neglect?


It is the day that calls to mind
the essence of it all.
A call to worship
heard by three brave hearts
who caravanned at camel speed
while guided by a star
in search of truth God promised to impart.

Their call to worship calls to us
inviting us to bow
before the Baby born to own our hearts.
And so we join the magi
making tracks and marking time
as the past year ends and as the New Year starts.

A Christmas Prayer

Acknowledging the essence of this holy day

Almighty One,
we call You Emmanuel
(God-with-us)
because of this day.

On this magical morning
(and every Christmas morning)
we attempt to wrap our minds around a mystery
that exceeds our ability to fully understand.

You, who created the world,
visited our world as
One-with-us.
You, who made the Milky Way,
suckled human milk from a virgin’s breast.
You, who called the seven seas into existence,
cried salty tears in need of being comforted.
You, who rested on the seventh day of creation,
slept within a feeding trough filled with hay.

On this Christmas Day,
we recall the extraordinary strides You took
stepping across time and space
in order to experience life-with-us.
Laying aside Your glory,
You clothed Yourself in our skin exposing Yourself
to the sin of our making.

And after two-thousand years the sin of our making
continues to manifest itself all around us.
Having endured our human condition,
You ache with us, God.

But on those silent nights
when Your presence seems absence,
remind us that You personally relate to our plight
as we suffer in silence.

Admittedly, while we sing “Joy to the World,”
there is not much joy in our world.
Homelessness and hunger,
injustice and poverty,
abuse at home and war abroad
undermine our joy.

These chronic realities
prevent us from experiencing
the life, liberty and pursuit of happiness
our founding fathers pictured.

We deck the halls with boughs of holly,
but our hearts are draped in despair.
Unemployment is rampant.
Gun violence is unprecedented.
The political process is demoralizing.
Our personal and national debt is on the increase
while church attendance is in steady decline.

As much of our nation dreams of a White Christmas,
many of us are dreaming of a day
when the moral courage of a beloved black leader
would increasingly mark our lives.
Thank You for Nelson Mandela’s example of forgiveness,
his pursuit of justice and his championing of human rights.

Yes, today we mark the birthday of the Prince of Peace
even as the death of a peace-loving president
continues to occupy our attention.
The global grief surrounding Mandela’s passing
reminds us how a single life can alter the course of history.
Jesus did.

So did Moses,
Esther, Mohamed, Copernicus,
Luther, Lincoln, Gandhi,
Graham, King and Teresa.
And we can.

May we honor this day
with more than carol-singing,
over-eating or gift-giving.
May our presence in this world
be the gift that keeps on giving.
Amen.

A Christmas Dilemma

Where will you spend the morning of December 25th?; A Baby’s First Christmas

A Christmas Dilemma
Where will you spend the morning of December 25th?

So with Christmas on a Sunday
you will have a choice to make.
Will you go to church or will you stay at home?
It’s a choice we’re rarely given.
and it’s one that’s really hard
(unless, of course, you’ll spend the day alone).

Some might say, “It’s Jesus’ Birthday!
There’s no question what do.
He’s deserving of your presence and your time.
The best gift that you can give Him
is to make sure you’re at church.
Not to be there on His birthday is a crime!”

But, then others aren’t so calloused.
“Christmas mornings are for home.
After all you’ll be at church on Christmas Eve.
Wasn’t Jesus born to free you
from religion’s ball-and-chain?
Isn’t legalism one of His pet peeves?”

So you see, it’s quite confusing.
You can make a case for each.
Starting Christmas Day at church or ’round the tree.
And I’m guessing He (whose birthday
is the reason for the gifts)
is content to leave the choice with you and me.

A Baby’s First Christmas
It really is a gift from God

A baby’s first Christmas
brings joy to the world
of the little one’s mother and dad.
And though far from silent,
the nights are a gift
as they cradle what makes their hearts glad.

Much like Mary and Joseph
they ponder God’s love
packaged up in an infant so small.
And with firsthand perception
they picture that birth
that took place in a Bethlehem stall.

Yes, a baby’s first Christmas
is really a gift
for it gives brand-new parents a key
to unlocking the joy
and the wonder that’s found
in the truth “God became just like me!”