The Two Christmas Stories

How joy and sorrow mingle at the manger
The Two Christmas Stories

Christmas season is a special time of year for me. I love the Christmas lights and the smell of a real Christmas tree. I enjoy hanging ornaments, especially the little orbs containing the ghosts of Christmas past—those finger-painted, macaroni-covered, ugly little gems from childhood. I play Christmas music in my house starting on Thanksgiving, and the Kirk Franklin and the Family Christmas album is a must—and nothing feels warmer than sipping hot chocolate with my family, curled up under shared blankets, reliving memories and dreaming about the future.

I love everything about Christmas, even gift-giving. I take great delight in supporting my family’s dreams, hobbies, and skills through giving gifts that show how well I know them. I enjoy wrapping each one, anticipating the joy each will bring to its recipient.

But even for this girl who loves the Christmas season, there is a certain weightiness that comes this time of year. This year in particular has been filled with many heartbreaking moments. My heart is still heavy from the Charleston massacre; the refugee crisis; the earthquakes in Nepal; and the terrorist attacks in Paris, Beirut, and Mali. Our Facebook feeds reflected the potential for violence in our own communities, with far too regular posts seeking prayers for children while schools are on lockdown.

And those are just a fraction of the stories that have affected us. This year has brought with it a heaviness that is not easily dismissed by Christmas carols and candy canes. This year I have no use for a gold-plated Christmas.

Instead, I propose that we bring our grief with us into the season. After all, the nativity story is filled with anxiety, fear, and grief. It begins with an unplanned pregnancy by miraculous conception and leads to an ill-timed birth in a stable.

The tentacles of desperation reach even beyond the little family of Mary and Joseph and their newborn child. After the angels have sung and the shepherds have found the manger, after the Magi have given gifts and the babe has been named, another prophesy comes to pass:

“A cry was heard in Ramah—

weeping and great mourning.

Rachel weeps for her children,

refusing to be comforted,

for they are dead.” (Matthew 2:18)

The birth of Jesus the Christ did not come only with angelic fanfare and sweet gifts. The coming of Christ also brought intense lament as the king ordered the slaughter of babes in an attempt to annihilate any competition for his throne: “Herod was furious when he realized that the wise men had outwitted him. He sent soldiers to kill all the boys in and around Bethlehem who were two years old and under, based on the wise men’s report of the star’s first appearance” (Matthew 2:16). The story of Jesus’ birth is inseparable from this story of great grief.

Austin Channing Brown

Austin Channing Brown is a TCW regular contributor and columnist. A resident director and multicultural liaison at Calvin College, Austin is passionate about racial reconciliation—and has a slight obsession with books. When she's not reading, you'll find Austin watching HGTV or updating her blog

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Christmas; Jesus Christ; Joy; Sadness
Today's Christian Woman, December 23, 2015
Posted December 23, 2015

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