The phone rang too early in the morning a few days before Christmas.
And my heart released someone I loved to the hands of heaven.
Ever since I’ve been conscious of those for whom this is not the most wonderful time of year. I’ve seen a bit of “the other side of the manger.” Even in that lowly stable the shadow of what was to come fell across Christ.
Christmas isn’t just about the merry and bright.
It’s also about Love deeper than we know—deep enough to conquer even death.
That’s where the wildest joy is found.
We don’t have to check our pain at the door of Christmas.
We can bring it, full force, to the One who knows that the manger leads to the cross. Because He also knows the unexpected joy that can come on the other side.
