Is There No Room for Grief in Christmas?


Let’s face it: for many of us, Christmas is (or has been) one downright lousy time of year that can’t be over soon enough. If you resonate with that, chances are you have experienced significant grief during the holiday season and were not given any meaningful way of acknowledging and expressing your grief during this “most wonderful time of the year.”

It’s difficult enough to meaningfully grieve in a culture that is too disconnected to recognize sorrow and loss, choosing instead to dilute our most precious feelings into a flaccid “fine” and “okay.” But couple that with a time of year all about peace, joy, faith, family, and abundance, it can leave us in a state of bewildered detachment. It’s terribly lonely. We feel cheated and wronged.

The problem is that all too often, Christmas leaves grieving people no place to grieve. There seems to be nowhere to latch our grief. Mistletoe, presents under the tree, mirth, gaiety, and sing-songy Christmas tunes don’t apply to a broken heart.

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In Memory of Diane Michelle Thompson

Yet last night, I shared in a special Christmas worship service that was designed for people grieving through the holidays. It was called a Blue Christmas service. Maybe you’ve heard of them. It’s a quiet, reflective time of prayer, sharing, and singing meaningful songs of faith that are not loud and rapturous but tender and soothing. I shared a very short reflection. And at the end, everyone was invited to light a candle in memory or honor of a lost or hurting loved one, or even for themselves. They were given an opportunity, if they wished, to share why they lit their candle and to know that we were there to listen and grieve with them, sharing our own grief, too. I could see the weight of unacknowledged grief coming off of our shoulders and peoples’ tears flowing steadily and unhindered. You could sense the release and freedom in that time of worship.

Personally, I got to do something I had never done before. I got to light a candle in memory of my first fiancée Diane Michelle Thompson, who died at the age of 22, just four months shy of our wedding. She died years ago and I’ve since then happily married and have children, but for the first time I could publicly acknowledge her death as a moment of worship during Christmas and allow yet another layer of grief pass. I also remembered the Christmases I spent after my last marriage ended and I found myself alone, without my daughter Grace there with me. That too, I could share and remember as a moment of worship during Christmas.

But how is this possible? Where is the joy? How does one worship and praise God during Christmas when in the midst of grief?

In the lowest points during my worst Christmas seasons, I would dig more deeply into Scripture to see if there was something of the Christmas story that could speak to my grief. Sure enough, there is. Last night I shared my discovery with my fellow worshippers:

How did the Son of God choose to make his entrance into the world? Was it in a stately palace among throngs of royal admirers? No. Was it in the Holy of Holies within the great temple in Jerusalem to be adored by the priests? No. And while we’re at it, forget the cuddly, cute images of manger scenes.

Mary and Joseph were poor peasants who were forced, probably at the final minute, to have Jesus born in the last possible place to duck in. There was no more room left at Bethlehem’s inn. So I imagine they hurried into the first thing they could find. It was a smelly, dirty stable stall. Mary delivered Jesus, and then spotted a feeding trough to lay him,  wrapped with whatever rags they could find to swaddle him. They were alone. They had nothing. They were unwanted. There was no joyful procession of choirs and orchestras. It was a quiet, unnoticed beginning for the Word made flesh. It was a painful way for the Son of God to begin his life.

Jesus’ life began and ended much the same way. Over thirty years later, Jesus would once again find himself alone, rejected, and unwanted– God’s ultimate gift to humankind thrown in the dumpster heap of Golgotha, despised by the whole world. It’s no wonder one of the ancient prophesies describing Messiah said,

He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. (Isaiah 53:3, KJV)

In my times of deepest grief, especially during the Christmas season, this is the Jesus I hold onto. He is the Jesus who is no stranger to grief. He is the Jesus who understands and embraces my pain as his own. He is the Jesus of whom the angels sing their songs of glory and praise.

From this particular shared embrace between Jesus and myself comes joy– not tinsel joy!– but honest to goodness joy that comes from the love and embrace of Jesus Christ, Jesus of the manger stall and the cross. I find hope again. And that, my friends, is a joy to the world which I can truly sing about today and always, whether I’m mired in grief or dancing in the dawn of new Christmas morning.

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15 responses to “Is There No Room for Grief in Christmas?

  1. Chris – I grieve with you and pray for you. I know that during those years it was very hard on you. I try to seek out people who are suffering during Christmas and try to help them through the tough time.

    Please know that your hurts have made you a more compassionate person and pastor. Use the experiences you have lived to help other deal with theirs. God bless you my friend.

    • Thank you, Ray, and I thank you that you were there with me during those rough years. And you’re right that what we endure makes us better shepherds for God’s people. Don’t worry, I’m not grieving this year, at all, but finding new ways to bring my whole life– the good, bad, and ugly!– into Christmas.

  2. This brings tears to my eyes and joy to my heart, because with God’s help you have turned your grief into this ministry.

    Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. And comfort others.

    I’m sharing this.

    • Wow, Lynn… Coming from you, I’m deeply honored. And you’re absolutely right that God redeems our pain and turns it into blessing. Not that I desire the pain– I’d throw it back in a heartbeat. But when it does come, for whatever unexplained reason, I can count on God to transform it.

      Merry Christmas, Lynn!

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  4. That’s a beautiful piece, and very true. We’re frightened, short-lived creatures and very reluctant, as a society, to let grief takes the space it needs in order for healing to take place. We hide our wounds, let them scar over, allow them to mend in crooked ways, and end up carrying them longer and more painfully than we need to.

    I think opening a place for grief and sorrow in the middle of a time of celebration, as you did with the service and probably with counselling, allows those who need it to face this pain they carry and perhaps thus be freed to partake a little bit of the joy as well. At least it keeps at bay, for a little while, the need to hide and pretend one is having fun with everyone else while crying inside.

    • Sophie, one thing churches tend to be terrible at is to allow people to grieve, to be angry with God, to question, and to truly lament. Lament is a very biblical practice, as widely seen in the Psalms and a whole book of lamenting, Lamentations. So, I grab these opportunities whenever I can to allow people to worship in and through their grief. So– in my theistic belief– when we have permission to bring our grief to God in its rawest, sincerest form, we can truly heal up in healthy ways.

      Thank you, Sophie, for always saying things in a way that helps me to think in a different angle!

  5. Edmund Metheny

    Chris,

    I was recently loaned this book, and found it a lovely, gentle experience to read.

    http://www.amazon.com/Tear-Soup-Pat-Schweibert/dp/0961519762

    Yes, it’s a kid’s book. But kid’s books are great sometimes for explaining adult ideas in a down-to-earth manner. This is a good one for anyone going through grieving to read.

    • Edmund, I love kids books (especially as a parent of a toddler who just loves books.) I will definitely give that one a look, too. Thank you!

      Incidentally, one of the more underrated times of worship is the children’s time. The well kept secret is that the adults love and get as much out of that few minutes as the children, too. So, you’d better believe I use that time to our advantage!

  6. Roberta

    Oh Chris, bless your heart. That was a beautiful, God-inspired writing that touched my heart. I have a lifetime best friend to share this with as she is hurting so this holiday season. In addition, as a counselor/therapist and friend to many I will definately share this honest and compassionate view of the holiday season. My own mother lost both her parents around the holidays and she left her own mother’s presents unwrapped waiting and hoping her mom would come home from the hospital and she never did. Mom took years before she could open her heart back up to our Loving God. Thanks for sharing this. God bless you.

    • Thank you, Roberta… Your mother’s is one of many, many such stories I’ve heard over the years and fuels my conviction even more that as a church, we can and should do so much more to allow grieving people to grieve and to find their own entrance into the Christmas story as grieving people.

      I think you could have a powerful role to play in making this happen, Roberta!

  7. Chris-
    Our service is next week. I think it is so important for us to realize that sometimes even walking into the grocery store can be hard in the midst of grief. Our church community is in the midst of healing right now, and our larger community has had a lot of pain- the murder of an infant and then a fire that took two homes. Thank you for sharing. Peace, Katie

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