
Merry Christmas everyone! As we begin the journey through the Christmas season, I wanted to share a reflection that has been in my heart for the past few weeks. It began, strangely enough, with a feeling of fear. During the season of Advent, as I prepared to celebrate Christ’s coming at Christmas and in my daily life, I experienced the fear that I would not recognize His presence. As I reflected on the Nativity, I feared that I too, would miss the long-awaited answers to my prayers, because they might appear in unexpected ways, people or places.
I thought about God’s people and their ardent longing for the Messiah. How long did they wait and hope that He would come? Prophets foretold His coming: this Son of God, of the line of the great king David, who would come to save His people. The scribes were even able to tell Herod where the newborn king was to be born: Bethlehem. Yet, with all of that foreknowledge, who recognized Him? There He was, a precious, vulnerable baby boy, quietly born in a stable in Bethlehem, because there was no room at the inn, and his parents were not royalty, by earthly standards. There was no room for the King of Kings, among the very people He lovingly came to save. Imagine, God, the grand designer and creator of the universe, did not hold Himself aloof from us, but instead, He inserted Himself intimately into the fabric of His creation. He came to help us clean up the mess we made with our choices, with blood (His own blood), tears and love. Yet, only a few shepherds and some wise men following a star were there to welcome Him. I wonder how many times that I too, have missed God’s presence.
The greatest event in history was heralded many months before the Nativity, when the Archangel Gabriel came to bring old Zechariah the shocking news that his wife would conceive and bear a son. His wife, Elizabeth, who was old and barren, would give birth. After so many years of waiting, how could this happen? In the valley of dry bones, God asked the prophet Ezekiel “Can these bones live?” Zechariah wondered “Can this old, barren couple bring forth new life?” But God breathed life into them and the greatest prophet, John the Baptist, who would prepare the way for the Messiah, came to be. The Messiah, Jesus, breathes life into situations where we feel dead, trapped, stuck…we ask “God, can these bones live?” God says “Doubt no longer, but believe,” and appears, not always in a mighty earthquake, but in a gentle breeze, breathing life into our dryness.
Like the quiet birth of a baby to seemingly insignificant parents in a stable, sometimes the answers to our prayers begin in small, silent ways. Sometimes, the great turnaround in a tough situation begins with the gentle breath of God bringing new life into our numbness. Sometimes the answer appears exactly where we knew it would (they knew the Saviour would be born in Bethlehem) but it doesn’t look like we think it should. Will we recognize God when He comes to bring us new life? Will we welcome His presence like the shepherds and Magi or will we seek to get rid of His presence, like Herod? Would we even notice the small beginning that heralds the improvement we’ve been waiting for?
We need hope; we need to prophesy over the valley of dry bones in our lives and ask God to breathe over them. This year has been challenging for everyone, and some of us (myself included) may be feeling an exhaustion that is more than physical. Maybe we are looking at certain dry, seemingly lifeless areas in our lives, or our dreams and prayers that we are still waiting to see fulfilled, and we are asking “Can these dry bones live?” Dare we allow ourselves to love, to dream, to hope, to work hard, to trust and to believe again, in the face of such dryness? During this Christmas season, let us allow the Messiah to answer that question for us; let us open our eyes and hearts to perceive His presence and feel His gentle breath of new life.
May we all experience a renewal of hope in this Christmas season.
The Unicorn of Awesomeness.


