For many, this Christmas season arrives carrying both sorrow and uncertainty. Our country has just endured historic floods in the north and central regions, and countless families are still struggling to recover from the aftermath. The scars left by rising waters, homes washed away, loved ones lost, and crops destroyed point to a challenging year ahead. My own family is also facing heavy news, having just received the diagnosis that my mother has lung cancer. Personally, I am exhausted both physically and spiritually after spending many days in the hospital with her.
Amidst that weariness, the Christmas season has quietly arrived. The streets in front of our house have begun to display small strings of lights, and coffee shops are playing familiar hymns. In the hospital, there are no Christmas trees, no dazzling nativity scenes, though occasionally I hear a Christmas melody drifting from a small speaker somewhere. These sounds serve as a gentle reminder: though circumstances may change, the story of the Child in the manger remains unchanged. Read More
