So it’s time to put away the wrapping paper, wash away the crumbs in the empty cookie jar, remove the reindeer antlers from your dog’s ears and call it a day, it’s the new year and Christmas is over.
The Google image below appropriately depicts my general demeanor over the end of the holidays.
I’m having the worst case of the holidays-are-over depression.
I’m back at the lab and even before I could refill my water bottle (I’m still trying to avoid coffee), my supervisor came in to update me on what I have to do for the year before my all important confirmation presentation in August. He was pretty relaxed but just listening to him made my eyes glaze over. The bio-safety cabinet was fully booked today so I’m grateful that the only slot available allows me to do something as mundane as preparing media today.
I still have to stock up on chocolate and biscuits so that I can face the new year like a boss! (can you tell I’ve been reading too much 9gag?).
Speaking of Christmas…
One of my cousins was in an accident a month ago. He was on a bike and had just left the house to go get dinner when he was rear ended by a truck. Quite predictably he flew from the bike and even though he was wearing a helmet, the impact smashed it in two. His body was quite literally torn from limb to limb. He was in a coma for two weeks and the doctors told his mother to be prepared for the worst.
When I visited him on Christmas eve, I was stunned by the gaunt figure looking back at me. His lip was swollen, his legs bandaged, his head sporting a gash so deep it hurt just looking at it. He lay there and could only say ‘water’, when this was a guy that used to chatter unstoppably. It struck me that this young man had to relearn at 17, what he had perfected by the age of 2.
We humans, think we’re so invincible when all it takes is one event to break us like dolls. And yet, as fragile as we are, God made us just as strong.
With inbuilt mechanisms that rely on a divine Hand to start rebuilding that which is broken.
With antibodies and phagocytes, defense armies that are deployed to track and immobilize sources of infection.
Proteins are made to begin rebuilding tissues and connecting to bone.
Individual units that begin working together with a single mission.
Like a wasteland after devastation that recovers into a lush rainforest.
It is this precise, highly ordered system that makes it so difficult for me to believe that we are here by nothing more than a chance, a series of random steps that happened to benefit a group of organisms. Call it what you want, ‘creationism’ or ‘intelligent design’ but everything around us screams with a perfection that can only be born in the Mind of something greater than just fate.
Within one week, I visited him three times and every single time I watched him improve from strength to strength. Within two days he started moving his arms and legs, saying more words and yesterday he was demanding for food.
That boy will walk out of that hospital, a living miracle.
Which makes me think; Christmas is more than a season, it should be a way of life. Long after the tree has been pulled down and the presents have been opened and devoured or worn or hidden away (or even regifted)…what happens then?
Mary and Joseph didn’t just pack up their things, say goodbye to the shepherds and move on their merry way. The baby that lay in the manger on that day grew into a man with a mission that he fulfilled to the letter.
Now that the Christmas season is over, it would do us well to remember that our life’s purposes are yet to be fulfilled and we have been blessed with an entire year with which to continue on with the next part of our journey.
Time is something I know I take for granted but look at what happened to my cousin. None of us is immune from what life may throw our way and we need to use the time that we have to do what needs to be done.
So yes, the season is over but its reason is far from over. Time to pick up our things and move on to what we are truly meant to be doing. Happy new year everyone. God bless us.