BLUE CHRISTMAS

“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.”

Psalm 34:18

We are an already and not yet people. We have been saved, we are being saved, and we will be saved. 

The Advent season invites followers of Jesus to sit in the tension of the already and not yet: Christ has come, and he is coming again. Like those who waited, hoped, and longed for the first Advent of the Savior, we are people who wait, hope, and long for the second Advent of our Savior. The day when every eye will see, every ear will hear, every tongue will confess, every knee will bow to the One who will wipe away every tear, set all things right, remake the world, and dwell among His people. 

One of the tensions of Advent is that its joy and celebration often seem out of step with the pain of living in a broken world. Can joy and pain coexist? For followers of Jesus who look for the resurrection of the dead and the life of the world to come, ultimately, the answer is yes.

But how do we respond to our sorrow and grief in the waiting?

A Blue Christmas is a service traditionally held on the longest day of winter. It is an invitation to hold the tension of sorrow and grief in a season of joy and celebration. To set all of our longings before the One whose yoke is easy, and burden is light. Whether your grief is acute and specific, or the low-grade hum of waiting on the return of the Savior, use these Scriptures, prayers, and songs to pour out your heart to the One who cares for you.

Come, let us return to the Lord; for He has torn us, that He may heal us; He has struck us down, and He will bind us up.
— Hosea 6:1

Songs

Scripture

O Lord, No day of my life has passed that has not proved me guilty in thy sight.
Prayers have been uttered from a prayerless heart;
Praise has been often praiseless sound;
My best services are filthy rags.

Blessed Jesus, let me find a covert in thy appeasing wounds.
Though my sins rise to heaven thy merits soar above them;
Though unrighteousness weighs me down to hell,
thy righteousness exalts me to thy throne.
All things in me call for my rejection,
All things in thee plead my acceptance.
I appeal from the throne of perfect justice
to thy throne of boundless grace.

Grant me to hear thy voice assuring me:
that by thy stripes I am healed,
that thou wast bruised for my iniquities,
that thou hast been made sin for me
that I might be righteous in thee,
that my grievous sins, my manifold sins, are all forgiven,
buried in the ocean of they concealing blood.

I am guilty, but pardoned,
lost, but saved,
wandering, but found,
sinning, but cleansed.

Give me perpetual broken-heartedness,
Keep me always clinging to thy cross,
Flood me every moment with descending grace,

Open to me the springs of divine knowledge,
sparkling like crystal,
flowing clear and unsullied
through my wilderness of life.

— Valley of Vision, A Broken Heart

Prayers