My room sat at the top of a skyscraper. Looking down I saw white snow on the ground. For a moment it felt like the spirit was gone. It felt as though the world stopped believing in anything. There was no magic. Now in my forties, I’d seen it all. Women with Santa hats on, kids believing in made up holiday stories. It was as though I’d been suffering from Christmas depression. After realizing that no one cared anymore to celebrate I stood on the ledge and looked down. I then looked up at the North Star and asked God for one more sign. Feeling the wind, I saw a shooting star. “What was the odds of that?” I said to myself.
“Maybe I should keep going, try and live until my body gives out,” I thought.
I needed something more, I’d done everything I could imagine. On my way to take the leap I couldn’t help but notice a note on the ledge. It read: “I too stood on this same ledge but Yahweh came in the form of a shooting star.”
After reading the note embedded in the metal ledge, I decided to step down. Hungry and poor with no money to pay my rent, I decided to go back to the fundamentals. I started reading my Bible myself and while navigating my endless mind I found the true joy and reason for the season. In that moment of truth my Christmas depression turned into The Christmas spirit. I found hope. I found a holiday for me to smile and waive at people I’d never met before. I found the most wonderful time of year never to contemplate suicide again. Yeshua saved me, he saved us all. What were the odds of an old story like his saving a reck like me?
