Monday, December 12, 2022 Bending Low

I saw this bent-over wreath at the cemetery today and it made me think of a verse from “It Came Upon the Midnight Clear.”

And ye, beneath life’s crushing load, whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow,
Look now! For glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing:
O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing.

I always liked that verse and its acknowledgement that sometimes people enter the Christmas season carrying a crushing load. How wonderful to think of resting beside the weary road where you can hear the angels singing “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men!”

“Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people. For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.”

Rest beside the weary road, friend. Let the Savior carry that burden for you.

I’ll probably delete this in the glad and golden hours of morning.