There have to be miracles during these days of Christmas. Our life undergoes a change. It emits light – like the lights on Christmas trees. A man looks down and touches the ground. He looks up he touches God.
Man is easily influenced it seems. He is certainly affected by the festive atmosphere created by stores to predispose him to the necessary purchases, and the Empire State Building dazzles with new technology.
The crystalline lights illuminate the majestic building in Christmas colors; red and green, making it look like a gift box tied with a ribbon. Window shoppers become holiday window viewers, and there is the Christmas insert of The National Herald.
All these things are designed to put us in the Christmas spirit, including the traditional food shopping in Greek stores, children singing carols and holiday programs in our churches. They all speak to our soul – and they transform us.
A new dynamic is formed within us, a mixture of everyday life combined with a sudden awakening of the neglected aspects of our human nature, our spiritual and other needs.
So in the middle of winter, in the cold and snow, a miracle occurs: A life-giving hope is born within us in anticipation of the birth of Christ.
Hope. An emotion that sustains us, encourages us, opens wide our horizons and brings out the best in us, liberates our creativity.
This is Christmas. The Rebirth of Hope.
Often, however, we and others become like Ebenezer Scrooge from the famous novel by Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol. We refuse to open the windows of our hearts to let in the light of hope. We devote ourselves to fashioning idols to worship and we confuse the luster of the material with the Divine.
So we lose the joy we can get from the small but not insignificant things in our daily life: good conversation, smiles, kindness, music. We clench our teeth lest we show weakness, lest we prove to be merely human.
The clock is ticking. Time moves on … and life is running out. But if we could see Christmas through the eyes of someone sick in the hospital, if we see life with the eyes of a homeless man or of an orphan child , then we would see how lucky we are, and we would scatter laughter and joy to those around us. And we would do anything, even if only the slightest thing, for the less fortunate of us.
Then, like Scrooge, we would awaken from our spiritual slumber and run to fix whatever we can in what remains of our life. I know. We are all making promises that we do not keep: all big plans to change that do not materialize.
We are full of excuses that do not fit us. But let’s not lose hope. As long as we have hope, we can always make a fresh start. Merry Christmas.