Ever thought life is more than you can bear?
The idea that every hair on my head could be counted has always fascinated me! Having a haircut and seeing how many bits of hair come falling down onto my face, tickling my nose, reminded me of this promise. I closed my eyes, to avoid hair falling into them, and imagined the depth and magnitude of this promise. In my mind’s eye I picked up a handful of the hair lying on my chest and legs and started to count the pieces, one by one. Inwardly I smiled at the realisation that only divine beings would be able to do a good job of counting the fine hairs! I sat, eyes closed, listening to the snip-snip of the scissors, cutting away at the full head of hair, feeling the soft touch of the falling strands as they fell down to the ground. A warm feeling of safeness spread through my chest, reaching my face, arms, fingers, legs and toes. To think that every hair on my head is known to God! His promise that as He takes care of the lilies of the field and the birds in the sky, so will He take care of us, even by knowing how many hairs you have on your head! The intimacy of this declaration is staggering.
As we move in time towards the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, the air around us takes on a different feel. Christmas has become another word for families getting together, or families preferring not to see each other as the outcome of a year of strife and differences. Unhappy relationships reach peaks of unresolved conflict at this time of the year. Suicides increase, alcoholic consumption grows, drugging socially and prescription drug use is all around us, all reflecting the deep levels of human despair at a time when the focus should be on the birth of a baby who would grow up to change the world.
December is holiday time, going away from home … meeting new people, spending money, racing along freeways, shuffling through packed shopping malls – Time! The smell of suntan lotion, braaivleis fires, children roaming the streets, freed from school routine, says the year is coming to an end.
Few of us can avoid being caught up in the spirit of this time. Just about every person who leaves my office wishes me a blessed Christmas and wants to know if I am going away. The little personal touch which emerges at this time is very special. When do people ever bother to wish one another a happy blessed day any other time of the year? Just imagine how different our interaction could be if we continued this practice by wishing one another, even those we don’t particularly like, to have a blessed day. It is very difficult to stay angry or distanced from another person when you bless them!