Tuesday, December 27, 2011
When we theorise about emotion it is simple. Clean. Definable.
In the midst of life, it's more complicated.
I sat in church on Christmas morning and we prayed for the newest widow in our family. He died at 9pm (ish) the night before. While I stood in the kitchen rolling last minute Christmas rum balls, his breath stilled and he went home.
We sang Angels from the Realms of Glory and the 'Come and Worship' beckoned me. I love Christmas songs that unfold the story. I had never seen before that the chorus starts with a call to worship the newborn king, but ends with worshipping the risen king.
I can be joyful and sad together. And that's not even mentioning tired, excited, and slightly guilty.
Christmas has so much expectation. It's not surprising that it's an emotional day, when there's so much preparation. When having things a certain way and having so many traditions can seem so important.
Sometimes I'm just glad we survived.