I’m Back!

Well it seems like I’ve been away for quite a while, and for that I’m sorry! I really don’t want to let this blog disappear into the void of the internet. Truth be told, I chickened out of writing the dream that I said I would write. I might get around to writing it, but it’s a rather strange story, so for now I’ll just post other things.

And, just to cover what I’ve missed, Merry Christmas! Happy New Years! And Happy Epiphany! I almost wish that I could have more of Christmas this year, partly because my family had to, before December was over, get the stuff out of our storage unit (and we had a lot of stuff in there!). But the other reason is a little more involved.

As I listened to the Christmas Story, as read from the pages of Luke, and as I listened to the most beautiful seasonal music of all the year, Christmas music, I felt even more than usual the feeling that something enormous was starting, first when Zechariah heard the words of Gabriel and then later when Mary had her wonderful and miraculous Child, when the shepherdess came, and later when the Wise Men came. I’ve always known that something enormous was starting to form, when I read these stories—but this time, it was like when your going on a trip into the mountains. You can see them far away—little things, like blue anthills on the horizon—and then you get a little closer. They turn from little to something that is starting to form all of what you can see. And then, almost quite suddenly, you see that they are all around you, large, taller than imagination had formed when they were mere anthills. And not just the sights are different now; the sound is different, quieter and with the faintest of sighs of the wind in the pine trees; the smells are different, fresher and freer; and there’s that something else that I can only describe as—God is near.

That’s what this last Christmas season felt like for me—like I was just beginning to see the mountains looming with a strange and mysterious beauty that is far beyond my descriptions. Something is forming right now. Just putting myself back, thinking of how Christ prepared Himself, steadily and steadfastly walking forward into His own destruction—His death to give me Life. And then, like the moment when you come around one mountainside, and then you see the most breathtaking view, the glory of the valley, laid out plain for you to see—that’s what it was like, when Christ rid Himself of death, and rose unto Life Eternal. And that’s what I’m looking forward to, since the beginning of the Christmas season. The glory of Christ’s triumph.

I look eagerly forward to this Resurrection Sunday, although it is some time in the future. And I hope to write more posts between then and now, Lord willing.

 

In Christ,

Hannah