Monday, December 24, 2012

A Year in Review


After Modern Man conquers the Christmas Rush, the next tendency is to prepare for the Year To Come by reviewing the one he is about to leave.

I couldn’t help but cave and fall into that tendency, myself. Not that I’ve managed to be completely ready for Christmas—that’s something I’ve never been entitled to claim—but let’s just say…well…it’s been a tough year. And those kinds of memories tend to linger and make their presence known, especially as anniversary dates draw near.

Just as Christmas was drawing near in 2011, our family was preparing to make a trip to Kansas to visit the cousin whose battle with cancer was not faring well. She was the cousin whose daughter we visited recently, whom I just wrote about the other day.

In the interim between that last Christmas and this, there have been happy events—such as a niece graduating from high school and being accepted into the prestigious University of Saint Andrews—but unfortunately, the year seems to be capped off with further sad news. Besides all the tragedies which have grabbed the national attention in the past weeks, our extended family has been beset with personal losses. I sometimes have to remind myself that my melancholy mood, in stark contrast to that of the season’s most effective PR campaigns, is less likely owing to a bah-humbug attitude as it is to the loss of a sister-in-law, then a relative’s mother (and several children’s grandmother), and the six month old baby of that relative’s cousin.

In this month of tinsel and glee, there are some who find it beyond them to lift their spirits and join in the festivities. Of all the people needing the comfort of Christmas, these are the ones.

I don’t suppose I am alone in this holiday ambivalence. Right now, ask the residents of a certain town in Connecticut how joyful they feel. Or check in with any shopper at a particular well-known mall in Oregon—with the holidays upon us now, how are these people bearing up?

With these sorry thoughts rumbling in the back of my mind, I was searching for some tokens of the season to use for my Christmas posts, from among the family history minutiae gathered over the last few years. Though this one choice I’ve found is not old (it’s not even weathered), and though it actually defeats my efforts to “snap out of it” and join the Christmas cheer (it’s from a funeral card), it does carry a well-known yet fitting thought for the day.

The card was used to commemorate the passing of my husband’s cousin—the husband of the relative we lost last January—and includes his name and the framework dates of his life. The picture itself, of course, is quite fitting for this season in which we commemorate the birth of Jesus Christ.

It’s the thought on the reverse of the artist’s rendition of mother and child that offers a soothing balm in this time of pain-overlaying-holiday.

You surely know this little saying well. It is quite famous. It has actually been prayed by thousands, no doubt—my husband prays this very prayer, himself, every morning.

In reading the words to this prayer today, though, please put all thoughts of the routine—the memorized—out of your mind. Look at these words with new eyes. Don’t let the mundane, the synchronized monotony, rob you of the meaning of its expression. While God grants us peace in our turmoil—while He is our source—it is we who must be willing to take the action of turning around and heading away from the pain—and all that caused it—and into the new direction of peace.

May you be strengthened to take that step this Christmas.

Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi

Lord make me an instrument of Thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master: grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love; for it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.


6 comments:

  1. Sometimes it is hard to keep the faith..I think that last sentence says it all..thanks for sharing. Life keeps going on ..no matter what happens or how much we want to stop:)

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    1. Sometimes it seems overwhelming to see how many times we get to learn this lesson! After posting this, I am quite reeling from another volley of bad news. Putting those words into practice may be so necessary--but that doesn't mean it is easy.

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  2. Jacqi, I've had the same kind of year, with very similar experiences with family and it has been a long hard year.

    This post is so beautiful and expressed what is in my heart as well. Thank you so much for sharing and thank you for the reminder that while the Lord is our source of peace, we too have a part to play that we may feel that peace. I hope that you had a Merry Christmas.

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    1. Thank you, Michelle, for your kind words. Sometimes, we just have to trust that our Christmas--or any other time--will be just right, even if it doesn't seem so at the moment. I am so blessed, I certainly can't complain. But yes, some times make life difficult.

      So sorry to hear you've been through much of the same as I've mentioned. It isn't easy. It's hope for the future, and the solid source of that peace that makes the difference.

      Best wishes for a more encouraging year for you in 2013!

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  3. There is nothing wrong with feeling how you feel - the date - December 25th is just that - a date - and a marker of time - your feelings about what happened and concerns for what is to come are a part of the living and breathing you.

    The past can't be changed - and tomorrow isn't here yet - so we remain in the here and now - and it is here and now we need to absorb what life sends us - and make of it what we will - the best of us make that fabled sweet tasting, refreshing lemonade on a good day - that's the target and the goal.

    I look back on the past year and see one where I shared time with you (and Farside) and found small ways to reconnect (or preserve?) the past for me and for others to the present - a returned photo that is prized and treasured and causes excitement is the kind of "ripple in the pond" I want to make.

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    1. Yes, Iggy, your mission to reconnect family photos to those family members who will treasure them is a precious gift in itself. Thanks for your encouraging words, too. Wise words. I'm a little slow on the uptake when it comes to taking my lemons and making that lemonade, but I promise, it will happen...

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