We come to the time of year when Christians around the world celebrate the incredible birth of Christ. For many it is a time of giving gifts—a holiday ritual recognizing the second greatest gift of all time. What manner of love for those of His image--yet deeply flawed, possessed God to send His Son to be conceived a baby? What marvelous humility flowed from our omnipotent Lord that His Son should bypass the greatest of human protocols to be born in a smelly stable? Like the wisemen who followed the star, we trace the life and ministry of Jesus, joyful that His holy journey liberated us from the dungeon of sin. But there is so much more to His story, so much more to who He is.
To be alone can have two different meanings. It can signify the solitary state of life devoid of contact with anyone else. Or it can mean unique, being without equal.
There are times when we feel separated from all other people. The crush of humanity may press against our very flesh yet we feel emotionally or mentally isolated. It is as if we are tuned to a radio frequency no one else is receiving. In such times, depression can easily transcend from stranger to first-name basis. To be alone, to sense no one else understands or cares may choke the very joy out of living.