When I really think about it, the reason I want 2015 to end is that I think I deserve better. I am a pretty nice person. My husband and I both work for our church. We love our families. We recycle. We deserve to be happy. We deserve to have more kids. We deserve to live until we are old and die together holding hands . . . right?
Those who weep at Christmas—in hospital beds, in empty homes, in shelters, in family conflict or loneliness—are not marginalized from experiencing the purpose of Christmas because of their circumstance. Rather, the magnificence of experiencing the joy of Christmas is actually made more deeply available to sufferers because of pain.