Do you remember writing your letter to Santa? Or, sitting on the department store's Santa's lap? Or, making out your "wish list" of items you hoped to find under the Christmas tree come Christmas morning? And then came Christmas Eve. The cookies and glass of milk were placed just right so Santa wouldn't miss them. Off to bed you went in great hope that "Santa would soon be there."
Childhood, especially during Christmas, is a life filled with hope. But, then you have to grow up if you want to or not. Darn it all! Reality sets in and hope seems so far away ... just barely beyond our grasp. Yet, Christmas is a season of hope ... even for us adults. It is easy to get bogged down with the daily routine of just trying to make it through another day, allowing boredom to set in, asking the ever present question, "What is the meaning of it all?"
It is in times like these that I recall a verse from a hymn written by Georgia Harkness entitled, "Hope of the World."
"Hope of the world, thou Christ of great compassion,
Speak to our fearful hearts by conflict rent.
Save us, thy people, from consuming passion,
Who by our own false hopes and aims are spent."
May we all rediscover the long lost hope of being a child of God, allowing our spirit to once again to sing the song of hope.
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