We normally associate this season with joy and all things good. Rightfully so. But then again, somewhere, someplace there is sorrow and grief and sadness and a feeling of betrayal and being sidelined. There is this missing of someone, missing of a place called home and missing of what could have been.
'What do you want to be when you grow up?' 'Kind' said the boy.
We have forgotten what it is to be kind. Hearts rendered asunder by words and actions. Kind - An almost archaic word that it comes as a surprise when someone says, 'You are so kind' and mean it.
The fox is caught in a trap. The mole says, 'If you stay in that snare, you will die.' So the mole chewed through the wire with his tiny teeth. That is kind. If we choose to stay in that snare, we will also die.
'What is the bravest thing you have ever done? asked the boy to the horse. 'Help' said the horse. 'Tears fall for a reason and they are your strength not weakness.'
When you share your pain with your good friend or your adult child and both of you end up crying, there is healing in the solidarity. You may just lie in bed and wonder if there is a reason to get up. 'Sometimes,' said the horse. 'Sometimes just getting up and carrying on is brave and magnificent.'
Promise.
I turn to Isaiah 55:13.
Instead of the thorn shall come up the cypress tree and instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle tree.
Cypress: In ancient Israel cypress represented healing, uprightness, evergreen, eternal life. They are long living trees that are able to endure harsh climates and poor soil. Bald cypress trees are valued for the rot-resistant heartwood of mature trees, so they have been widely used to make fence posts, doors, flooring, boats, and more. Cypress was used in the building of Solomon's temple.
Myrtle: a slow growing fragrant tree, that is always green, with big beautiful blossoms and a strong root system. Even when it is cut to a stump, its roots cause it to sprout again.
Brier(s): symbolize dearth and drought.
This is my Christmas passage and it has become a personal anchor to hold onto. It is the promise of Cypress and Myrtle instead of thorn and brier.
So, 'What do we do when our hearts hurt? asked the boy.
'We wrap them with friendship, shared tears and time, till they wake hopeful and happy again' said the horse.
