The recent presidential election unearthed a stratum of anxiety and fear that extends across the country like a vein of ore. There is the fear of the person living in a declining industrial town who watches as jobs migrate overseas and wonders how he or she will provide food, clothing, and health care for the family.
It’s a line most of us shoot past as we sing it, but it’s there to make a point, and a point that might help us get more excited about Christmas. We’re used to the idea of God being born. It doesn’t hit most of us as hard as it should.
Near the end of the beloved Charles Dickens’ classic, A Christmas Carol, the cold heart of Ebenezer Scrooge is transformed and he exclaims, “I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.”
It was a crowded Irish pub in the middle of Rome, Italy. I was studying abroad for the semester with some of my closest friends and I remember talking (more like venting and complaining) to my friend about life, my future, and how I was so anxious and stressed out about life after college.
When I was a graduate student in Belgium, I was privileged one day to sit in on a conference given by Cardinal Godfried Danneels of Brussels. He was commenting on the Eucharist and our lack of understanding of it full richness when he highlighted this contrast...