My darkest Christmas Eve

It was December 1970. I had been raised in a loving Catholic home, and always celebrated Christmas. But now, in my 2nd Christmas after high school I didn’t know if I believed anymore.

I was caught in the spell of “Woodstock Nation”, and on Christmas Eve, instead of gathering with family and going to church, I took a night time walk alone through the woods to a meadow where my friends and I would meet in the summer. The night wasn’t very cold, but lacking the joy of Christmas, my heart was in a deep chill. I have only felt that bleak on perhaps 3 occasions, but this was the most profound.

Within a year from that date I would end up losing a semester to mononucleosis, in a moment of tachycardia, submit to the Lordship of Jesus Christ, while recovering from mono, read Lord of the Rings, meet some wonderful Christian people, begin attending a Charismatic Episcopal church, find and lose the girl of my dreams, discover the truest love is the love of God, lose friends, make friends.  It was a turbulent year, but one thing I can say is, I’ve never spent another Christmas without the fellowship of the King born 2000 years earlier.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a GOOD night.

~ TD

4 responses to “My darkest Christmas Eve

  1. TD, Thank you for sharing that.

  2. Welcome, Trail Dust, to our Fellowship of the Minds.
    Frodo lives! :D

  3. Thanks Eowyn and Steve.
    And Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus!

  4. Merry Christmas to you, Trail Dust! May the Infant Jesus give you His warmth and love, may the Blessed Mother Mary take care of you, and may the saints and angels assist you throughout your life!

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