I am writing this article on Christmas Day from the family violence shelter
where I work . When I’ve told people I would be working the morning of
Christmas Day, many have made comments about how unfortunate that is. And while
it is true that it would be nice to spend actual Christmas morning with my own
family, I also do not have many regrets about working today. As I pass by our
clients this morning and wish them a Merry Christmas, I am reminded that it is
so easy for our society to neglect those on the margins.
I was recently discussing with one of my colleagues how we
don’t get many requests at Family Abuse Center for presentations during
December. I joked it was because no one wanted to think about depressing things
like domestic violence and abuse during this time of year that is filled with
lights, carols, and cookies. But, I believe there is some truth to that
comment. And perhaps we should do more reflection on these topics, especially at
this time of year.
The truth is not everyone can celebrate the holidays with
their families, and some don’t even have families to celebrate with. The
mothers and women at our shelter here won’t be spending their Christmas with
parents, siblings, or other relatives. Some of them don’t even have any real
family to speak of.
And yet, I am observing something beautiful this morning.
Although placed in less than ideal circumstances, these women and children are
becoming family to each other. They are joking and laughing with each other.
Kids are playing with new toys thanks to the generosity of countless community
members who donated gifts this year. We even busted out Legos and games for the
adult clients to play with.
And I’m reminded that this perhaps is a better reflection of
Christmas than all the lights, sights, and smells. Christmas is not about
spending time with family, per se. It’s about a King who called us all together
as family. It’s not about gifts or shiny trinkets, it’s about a Savior who was
born for the lowly, poor, and broken.
As we begin this new year, I pray that the church would
remember this truth. As she marches out from Christmas, may her feet find
themselves situated in the footsteps of a Lord who remembered the outcasts of
this world. May she love the loveless and downtrodden. And may Christians not
just do these things when it is convenient for us, but also when it costs us
something. May we have the mind of Christ every day of the year. Merry
Christmas and Happy New Year.