‘Tis Season That Demands Something of You

Christmas was never about coziness.

It began as a disruption.

A sacred family in a damp, dark cave.

The Bread of Life laid in a trough for wild animals.

Light entering darkness.

Order putting on the clothing of chaos.

Restoration and renewal, bought at a cost older than the world.

That is the ancient pattern.

Meaning is not received freely.

Meaning is borne.

Blood and water must be spilled.

As the year closes, most settle into sentiment.

I am still trying to understand where 2024 went, let alone 2025.

So I unwind another year and reflect on how fast time passes.

I am choosing something older and harder.

Incarnation.

Ideas must be made real through action.

Light must be cast.

I will seek clarity that cuts through noise.

Since I cannot rewind, I welcome renewal.

I return to purpose.

The gifts that matter are not wrapped under a tree.

They are given through time, skill, discipline, and the refusal to drift.

To those building their tomorrow with intention:

Your path is lonely. Walk it anyway.

Here is to a 2026 forged, not found.