It is that time again. See the snow fall peacefully to the ground. Smell the turkey roasting, the cranberry sauce cooking, the rolls reheating. Look at the children’s snowball fights. Observe the trees, decorated so intimately and intricately. The presents lying beneath the tree, awaiting eager faces Christmas morning. Perceive the underlying tensions, interrupting and corrupting the supposed joy. The arguments hiding behind everyone’s closely guarded faces, displaying only what they want to see. The lies penetrating the thin fabric that everything is okay. No one speaks of it. No one acknowledges it. No one communicates about it. A few words slip, tensions skyrocket out of the ground. All is well. All is happy. All is a lie. It has been years since we have been truly happy. Or have we ever been truly happy? Unspoken truths undermine relationships, creating tensions unfelt by other family members. Aren’t we supposed to be happy? Isn’t that the point of these holidays? But they just cause more conflict. Where is the peace in the time of conflict.
“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” ~Isaiah 9:6