Editor’s note: The following editorial first appeared in The Packer in 1989. It has appeared in every Christmas edition since then.
This is the season of dark, cold and drabness in much of the country. But it also is the season of hope, renewal and joy.
We say joy as opposed to happiness, which one pursues. Joy might be defined as an unexpected moment of happiness.
Joy may appear in this season of snows and winds.
It’s also the season of mists and mysteries: the mystery of spirituality that intrudes for a moment in our world devoted to, in the words of Wordsworth, “getting and spending.”
It’s a season of contrasts and contradictions: bright, colored lights in the darkness, a charitable impulse in a selfish age, God in a stable.
It’s a season of memories and reflection: memories of past Christmases, reflections on another year gone by.