Sometimes it’s hard to catch the spirit of Christmas joy because it feels so far from reality. We have broken hearts and broken bodies and broken spirits. We may know intellectually that we are part of a bigger story of restoration, one foretold by prophets of Israel then sang out in the glad songs of angels to those obscure shepherds.
It’s a story of “peace on earth and good will for all people” (Luke 2:14). One where fear and death will be no more. Judgment and shame will be eclipsed by delight. No loneliness. No illness. No shame. A story where everyone belongs.
The more we notice the difference between what should be and what is, our Christmas joy shrinks to the size of a snow-globe. Not heaven come down.
Yet what if the smallness of that all-too-perfect Christmas snow-globe we loved as kids could be a sneaky little symbol of hope? In it, we catch a glimpse of a perfected world, of a restoration that will one day be complete, of a not-yet-ness that God has promised to see through.
So next time you get the chance, pick it up and give that snow-globe a shake. Watch the snow settle on the scene, and remember that you are not alone. God sees you and loves you. You have not been forgotten. God is in the work of restoring it all.