Night was stealing the scene from daylight when mom and I were walking down the old market sidewalk one late afternoon. There was still so much commotion here and there despite the fall of darkness, but they all seemed invisible with me immersed in my own thoughts.
My reverie was interrupted by the voices of children singing Christmas carols in front of one open business stall; they grew with more clarity as mom and I approached. Christmas is in the air, I told myself, my thoughts still floating as if I was walking half-asleep.
There is something in the melody of Christmas songs that puts me in a melancholic mood. These days the skies have been gloomy at daytime seemingly reflecting the brokenness of this world; they probably must have sensed my brokenness, too. And I wonder year after year why loneliness fills my atmosphere everytime the 25th of December draws near.
But isn’t that what He came here for? To make the broken whole, the wounded healed, and the lonely joyful? Somehow it’s all starting to make sense to me.
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