Dec 24, 2009
Usually at this time of year, I write something about how preparing for Christmas can feel bittersweet for those who are single. As I personally prepare for Christmas, I can’t help being caught up in the usual things we all can get caught up in. My goodness, now I have 2 feet of snow to dig out of with only one day until Christmas. My kids prayed for a white Christmas, but 3 inches would have been enough! My inclination was to be upset at the inconvenience of it. Yes, it’s beautiful, but how can one help but think of all it will take to get out of such a mess, and get everything done with such little time left before Christmas? To add to the temptation, my son’s birthday present was a hockey game we could not all get to because of the snow. What a disappointment, and financial loss.
But as the snow kept falling and I was shoveling the cars out, I stopped for a long pause and just watched the snow. In the silence of that snowfall, the word that kept coming to mind was “blessing.” What a blessing that snow was! As beautiful as the snowfall was, its greatest blessing was the power of its silence. That silent beauty was able to grind things to an absolute halt. And a much-needed halt at that. Had it not been for this snow, I would have raced my way right to Christmas Eve. But as it happened, I was forced to stop and be steeped in the silent beauty and blessing of the snow.
So I watched the snow and kind of just stood there, letting my mind clear out. What I did not expect to happen next was the real point God was trying to make. I heard myself say to myself, “Anthony, do you even know the true meaning of Christmas?” It was a fair question to ask myself at that point. I just didn’t expect it, because I have been preparing for Christmas all Advent. Why would I ask such a thing? I believe the reason is because I don’t believe I have ever considered the utter silence that surrounded God entering this world, and how much God values silence, and uses silence to communicate with mankind.
I had read about this silence from many spiritual writers, but perhaps only intellectualized it. But this snowy day, 5 days before Christmas, I found myself trying to actually process it. Those writings came flooding back to me and I had a very special moment in that snow that has blessed me for this particular Christmas.