So, it’s not an original thought to say the “reason for the
season” is often an afterthought at Christmas (if we can even use that word at
all). But witness the way people actually crave to ponder the meaning
of the holidays (e.g. holy days) as in the most recent mob flash video (in
California of all places) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vnt7euRF5Pg). It’s as if the Spirit within yearns to slow down, to find enough quiet to
worship the newborn king. To rediscover the Son.
For those of you who have read this blog before, you know
that I struggle with prayer, and I struggle with prayer because I struggle with
life itself. My prayer too often reflects my inner turmoil instead of the peace
it longs to release.
So you also know I have been broken by the difficult
relationship with my only son. I just want you to know this: I have
rediscovered my son. I cannot explain it other than it’s the answer to my
anguished call. There have been no icebreaking moments, at least not that I can
identify, but he is allowing me back into his life and it just feels so good.
His heart has softened and I am so thankful.
The other day he texted me with a photo of a storm front
moving in over the Front Range of the Rockies. It felt so good. We were back to
talking about the weather.
I also heard through God’s wonderfully mysterious grapevine
that Philip Yancey will be speaking this weekend at a church in Newtown,
Connecticut. The one who wrote the book on prayer is seeking our prayers as he
tries to find the words that might bring comfort or reason to the insanity and
immense sorrow of recent events there. Please join him.
