A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices...
It's one of my favorite Christmas carols, always has been. It makes me cry every time I hear it. And this is my favorite line. Read it again, slowly. Go ahead, I'll wait...
Notice anything? I did. It leapt off the page at me because my heart is only too familiar with the word: Weary.
We are, aren't we? I know I am. I think the only thing more stressful than Christmas is moving over Christmas. Talk about a meltdown waiting to happen. Do I unpack and decorate the house with Christmas lights and garland and snowmen everywhere (I have a thing for snowmen) or do I leave the Christmas boxes sealed and stack other boxes filled with books and trinkets and everything else I own on top of them?
How can I be filled with awe and wonder surrounded by packing tape and change of address forms? How do I find peace and joy when trying to schedule Christmas activities around visitation schedules in a broken home? I just want to bake and shop and cuddle by the fire with a couch full of kids and a Christmas movie playing. Instead I'm cleaning and organizing and packing and hauling. There is nothing "Christmas" about this Christmas season for me. I hear the song on the radio and in the stores telling me "it's the most wonderful time of the year" and I mutter "yeah, right".
And then I hear it again: the weary world rejoices.
The weary world. Not the happy world, or the ready world, or the excited world, or the calm-peaceful-perfectly-decorated-my-house-looks-like-a-Pinterest-board-and-nothing-is-ever-wrong world.
He came for us. The weary ones. The at the end of our ropes, desperate ones. And we can rejoice. Not because we will spend this Christmas surrounded by everyone we love, or because our house will be beautifully decorated, or because the perfect gift for every child will be wrapped waiting under the tree. No, we rejoice because a new and glorious day is coming... has come. When Christ came down to rescue the weary ones. We rejoice because He has broken the burden of sin and gives us hope of a future with no more pain or sorrow or toil.
Yes, I am weary. So weary. But there is a thrill of hope that dances with my weariness. Because a good and loving God saw my need and came to rescue me, rescue you, from the weariness.
I hope that you aren't weary today. I hope that you are filled with the joy and the wonder of Christmas. But if you are weary, rejoice! You are loved. He came to rescue you.