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There’s something about the end that makes one look forward to the beginning-- maybe because the end, even a good end, is often difficult.

As I sat at my desk Friday afternoon, the Friday before Christmas and the last day of the semester, I stared at my computer screen hoping to get all my grades entered by the 3:30 deadline. I was at the end of a mental marathon: I had collected a stack of research papers, spent a week studying for a test, spent a whole Saturday taking the test, spent 30 hours (outside of class time) grading the research papers, handed back the research papers to wails and moans at the horrible grades, created a final exam, given a final exam, and now sat entering the result of all that in the grade book. The arms of my brain were pumping and my lack of time helped me focus on the finish line. As if in slow motion, I got my grades entered, printed, and delivered to the office at 3:35 (so close!).

If only the Mathews’ family Christmas had been wrapped up and finished as well. But alas, there was much to do. Scott and I spent the weekend deciding and shopping and wrapping. We had company on Saturday night, and church on Sunday morning. We shopped more Sunday afternoon. I spent all of Christmas Eve day making cinnamon rolls for gifts; we had dinner with friends, and then went to Christmas Eve service. Of course, there was still plenty of wrapping to do after that.

I don’t list all this to add to your stress- I’m sure you have had enough stress and busy-ness of your own getting to Christmas and the end of the year. Many of you have probably had your own pressure that you wish would just end.

And it came for all of us-- Christmas—the celebration of Jesus’ birth, and what always feels to me like the end of the year. It came this year like it has come for many years. At the end of the rush and the hurry and oftentimes the pain and melancholy, there is Jesus. It seems no coincidence to me that we celebrate Jesus’ birth five days after the winter solstice when the days have more darkness than light.

And so Jesus often comes into people’s lives when the days are darkest, when life seems busy and stressful and impossible. A tiny baby shows up making the unbearable possible and the desperate situation hopeful. Matthew records:

“[Mary] will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins…and they will call him Immanuel—which means God with us” (1:21-23).

And when hope shows up, when the end comes and Jesus is there, we feel like beginning again. We have hope that tomorrow will be better, that God can bring us through financial hardship, or physical problems, or bad relationships. When Christmas is over, we have hope that next year we can reconcile with a loved one or be a better money manager, or make progress on that character flaw.

The apostle John, in his vision of heaven, writes even more clearly about the beginning and the end:

He who was seated on the throne said, "I am making everything new!" Then he said, "Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true." [Jesus] said to
me: "It is done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To him who is thirsty I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water
of life. He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son [or daughter]" (Revelation 21:5-7).

There is something about the end – of the year, of the job, of the stress, of the pain, of the struggle- that leads us to Jesus. If you are at your end, let me introduce you to the Beginning. There’s something about the end that makes one look forward to the Beginning.

"'Winging It" from Stan Smith

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