This piece originally posted on January 3, 2015 on my old Typepad site. But, as Thoreau wrote, “Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.” So it’s still Christmas in kairos time.
Ten years ago, or perhaps eleven, I was part of a “Lessons and Carols” evening service with John Kirk and Trish Miller at Christ Church Ballston Spa, in upstate NY. The evening was recorded, which I had forgotten. But this morning I remembered, and so here is my favorite carol for you. Right now, it’s still Christmas, and it will be until the Feast of the Epiphany on January 6. If we are heartily sick of Christmas by Christmas Day, it may be because we skip Advent and put the tree up too soon. Which is certainly what our culture screams at us to do. In my fairly solitary life, I can stick my fingers in my ears and walk past the stores with Christmas displays blaring pop carols at me. My heart aches for those of you who have to remain fully engaged with the hustle bustle even if you don’t want to. And I admire you for making Christmas anyway.