Yesterday, I spent the day on a journey with a person I do not know well. That journey took us to some hard places. And at the end of the day, I left her in a less-than-desirable apartment to return to my comfortable home.
I kept thinking of worship from Sunday, how we focused, on the 3rd Sunday of Advent, on joy. The color of that Sunday is pink–its hard to not laugh, or at least smile, when you see pink.
One of the things we did yesterday was to go to a thrift store where she could pick up some clothes. I watched as she went delightedly around, finding a pink and purple coat, and some stylish, as well as functional, items.
As I watched her flipping through racks of clothes, I thought of other folks for whom the hard-to-ignore celebration of Christmas brings more pain than happiness–people in grief over the loss of a loved one, or the loss of a job, or grieving the suspicion of an unemployed person that there will not be another job. Some people call this “Blue Christmas.”
Pink, or blue, Christmas is meant to be a celebration of Christ, of God breaking into our world with hope, peace, joy, and love. I pray it is so for my friend, and for everyone else, too.