Have you forgotten that you’re loved?

Her words brought me to tears. Tommy and I had been watching the latest season of The Chosen, a free streaming show about the life of Jesus and his closest followers. Afterwards there’s an opportunity for viewers to record and post their responses to the show. One woman described being homeless for the last decade and connecting with the way Jesus and his followers slept outside without roof, societal normalcy, or comforts. She identified with Peter’s anger, Andrew’s anxiety. She said, “I forgot that I was loved.” And it struck me, In the hustle and bustle and break-neck urgency to get 2-day shipping.  In the ending of one school semester and in the great breath before the next one begins.  In the depression and loneliness. In the changes of tradition. Or the missing faces at your table. Or the children that should be in your arms but aren’t. For all the joys and woes bound up in that word—Christmas Have you forgotten that you’re loved? During the holidays, the senses stir our remembrance. For me it’s the smell of snow and burning wood, sounds of a fire crackling, carols on the piano. The taste of Mom’s sausage balls and homemade […]

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