My Christmas-Card-Only Friend
We have a friend whose trajectory in life seems to always be on a steady incline which never dips. Some years ago, he criticized my husband and me because our plotline was, at that point, tanking.
This was less than encouraging. It didn't make us feel good. We didn't like it. So, with no further ado, we slid him over to the ‘Christmas Card Only' friendship category-meaning, he gets no more and no less than one contact a year from us. And it's about that time.
But I'm rethinking this. We live in a consumer oriented world. Relationships are like deodorant. If performance dips, we cross that brand off our list and shop for an upgrade. Reconciliation isn't something we work very hard at, and at the rate of one Christmas card per year, it won't happen on its own.
Dialing this guy's number wouldn't play prelude to a cozy, fireside, Christmas moment for me. The idea makes my stomach churn. But such a call would represent the first Christmas well. Lying in scratchy hay amid bleating animals wasn't cozy either. But my Jesus lavishly spent his comfort on reconciliation. Now, he motions for me to come and taste the joy of reconciliation... at Christmas.