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We often enter Christmas contrasting the wonder we felt as a child with the weight produced by adulting. We long for a white Christmas like we long to find again the innocent bliss of youth.
We wish for a magic erase as high and wide as the world—one that could wipe away the tears from every crying eye, one that would restore hope and justice to the fractures and fissures, one that would provide a slate clean as brand-new.
And maybe we long for this all to be true because something in us knows it was meant to be true and that it can be true.
Maybe we’re looking for snow to cover what Jesus already erased.
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We often enter Christmas contrasting the wonder we felt as a child with the weight produced by adulting. We long for a white Christmas like we long to find again the innocent bliss of youth.
We wish for a magic erase as high and wide as the world—one that could wipe away the tears from every crying eye, one that would restore hope and justice to the fractures and fissures, one that would provide a slate clean as brand-new.
And maybe we long for this all to be true because something in us knows it was meant to be true and that it can be true.
Maybe we’re looking for snow to cover what Jesus already erased.
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