When the song of the angels is stilled,
when the star in the sky is gone,
when the kings and princes are home,
when the shepherds are back with their flocks,
the work of Christmas begins:
to find the lost,
to heal the broken,
to feed the hungry,
to release the prisoner,
to rebuild the nations,
to bring peace among the people,
to make music in the heart.

We have had a wonderful Advent season and we are still celebrating Christmas for another week or so.  Our mood quickly shifts from all of the busyness of preparing to a quiet celebration of family, friends, and time off. Now is the time when the work of Christmas begins. I read this poem year after year as a reminder that the true work of Christmas is God’s work, Christ’s work. It is the work of care for each other and the world.

We will start stripping the sanctuary this week, returning it to its regular, beautiful state. We will start to return to regular music and worship, with a little less fanfare. But we will still make music in the heart. We will still look for God and try to live our faith. We will turn our lives to the work of Christmas.