Years ago during the Christmas season, I was in the office of the inner-city congregation I served when the intercom buzzed. "There is a young man here who wants to see you," said the secretary. I knew what that meant. There were many homeless in the neighborhood, and they all asked for money, especially at Christmas.
Metaphor is essential to grasping the divine/human character
of God. Nowhere is metaphor used more compellingly than by the apostle Paul,
especially in his use of the word "adoption" as a metaphor for God's
loving grace.
With all of the pressures of preparing for Christmas Day—the coming and
going, the parties and presents—the Sunday following Christmas is
welcome indeed.
This month could be consecrated to all hidden preparations, to children in the womb and to those who long to conceive. In February all is potency, awaiting God's redeeming act.
Today is December 26. It is still Christmas and it will be until January 6. My mother did not think so. On the evening of December 25 she tossed the tree, put away the decorations, fed the family the leftovers and announced it was 365 days until Christmas. For her the Depression stole Christmas, widening the gulf between those who have and those who do not.