In the bleak midwinter

In the bleak midwinter

There’s something about Christmas, at least in the Northern Hemisphere. When most of the land is covered in ice and snow and cold, we celebrate a moment of light. And this is true whether you celebrate Christmas, or Hannukah, or Winter Solstice, or Kwanzaa. Here, in the darkest part of the year, we yearn for that light which passes understanding, which sustains us and keeps us going.

I’ve given up prognosticating what’s going to happen. I’ll likely be wrong. But I hold onto that light, because to do otherwise would be to give in to them. The forces of darkness want you to keep staring into the abyss, to be consumed by it, and to fall into it. Their aim is for you to lose hope, to give up, to throw up your hands and say it doesn’t matter.

But that’s not who we are as human beings. Even in the darkest time we reach for the light. In the midst of hopelessness we cling to hope. It’s our singular grace as a species, and it’s why, as of yet, we haven’t snuffed out our candles.

I wish you all peace, love, and joy on this day, and on all the days that follow. And to accompany your day, carols from King’s College.

PS: A big thank you to BB for the graphic heading this post.



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