What God Has Been Teaching Me–Chelsea

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(I know that I promised this post on Sunday, but, as you’ll soon see, this past few days has been a hectic, horrible time and I honestly didn’t have the energy. However, since this post is also about Christmas, it seems appropriate to post it on Christmas Day).

“Christmas is a time of peace.”

Hands up everyone who has heard this phrase and rolled their eyes. Christmas? Peace? Those two really don’t seem to go together.

And yet, they do. If there was one thing God was teaching me this year, it was that peace is real, and that peace is promised to all those who ask for it.

Two months ago, my dad was admitted to hospital, severely ill. Several weeks—and every scan, blood test and examination imaginable—later, he was diagnosed with terminal cancer.

Needless to say, I didn’t really feel like celebrating Christmas. Brain tumours almost infallibly manage to kill the Christmas Spirit.

As the weeks dragged on and my dad’s health grew more and more precarious, I began to dread the approaching Christmas Day.

Call me a Grinch, Scrooge or a plain old cynic, but Christmas has never been a favourite of mine. I feel like a terrible Christian admitting it, but my only reason to like Christmas is the fact that I usually get free books on December 25. Other than that, Christmas can go away, as far as I’m concerned.

And, this year, added on top of my usual dislike, there was a cancer diagnosis, stressful commutes to Sydney and back, grief, tears, anger and questions.

And I really wasn’t feeling the Christmas joy, hope, grace or peace.

It’s hard to feel peace when you’re lying in a dry creekbed, literally lamenting the fact that drought and cancer seem to be sucking your faith away.

Everything about Christmas has always rung—at least to me—a little false. I’ve always been cynical about Santa, elves and even the supposed remembrance of Jesus’ birth. But a few weeks ago, I read through sections of the Christmas story narrated in Matthew and Luke, and I realised two things.

1)      Peace does not equal tranquillity

2)      That first Christmas was not a time of tranquillity.

Tranquillity means “calm and undisturbed”. It describes a sunset on a Hawaiian beach, or a lake in the middle of a wood, or a summer evening on a veranda.

Peace is something entirely different. Peace is inconceivable, unimaginable and every other synonym of those two words that you could imagine. Peace is what was born into fruition when Jesus Christ left His rightful throne in Heaven to be born of an unmarried, virgin girl from an obscure country town.

There was no tranquillity when Jesus was born—despite what the carols tell us.

The first Christmas spans approximately three years, beginning with Gabriel’s announcement of the impending birth of John the Baptist, and finishing with Mary and Joseph’s return to Nazareth.

The middle is not fit for a feel-good Christmas movie.

First of all, the Christmas story begins with doubt—Zachariah doubts that God can perform a miracle. Then it goes onto fear. Mary is troubled by Gabriel’s appearance. From here, it goes to an unmarried woman becoming pregnant, a literal death sentence according to the Law of Moses. And her betrothed attempts to divorce her.

You know the story from here. A decree goes out to all the known world. Mary and Joseph travel to Bethlehem. And Mary gives birth in what many people assume was a stable, before lying her newborn baby in a feeding trough, of all things.

A few nice things happen. Angels appear to humble shepherds and they come to worship Jesus. And then Simeon, a priest, tells Mary that a sword shall pierce her heart (though, he doesn’t mean a literal sword, as far as I can tell).

Now we have another familiar story element. The “three wise men”—or unspecified number of Magi—turn up at Herod’s court, a period of time later. They ask where the new king of Israel is to be found.

The chief priests tell them that Jesus is to be found in Bethlehem, and the Magi are made to promise that they’ll return and find Herod, to confirm the location of the new king.

The Magi find Mary and her child (having moved out of the stable and into a house) and they fall down and worship him. Later on, angels appear to the Magi, warning them not to go back to Herod. So “they depart to their country by another way”.

The End.


I can’t remember when I first heard the rest of the story, but it certainly isn’t included in most Nativity sets or Christmas movies.

When Herod figures out that he’s been tricked, Joseph is warned by angels to flee into Egypt. He, Mary, and Baby Jesus, do so. They become political refugees in order to preserve the life of this small child and to fulfil a prophecy “out of Egypt I called my son” (Matthew 2:15)

And now, Herod exacts his revenge. He orders all the male children under two years old to be slaughtered. This fulfils another prophecy: “A voice was heard in Ramah, weeping and loud lamentation, Rachel weeping for her children, she refused to be comforted, because they are no more.”

I’m sorry, but by no stretch of the imagination could this story be called tranquil, calm or particularly bright.

It’s tragic, painful, full of grief and terror, doubt and questions.

And yet, despite all this, it is full of peace.

The Peace of God is described as passing all understanding (Philippians 4:7), and few places illustrate this better than Mary’s Magnificat (Luke 1:46-55).

Gabriel had revealed God’s plan to Mary, telling her that she would conceive and that her child would be the Son of God, however, God’s plan was not revealed to the world at large. Everyone, including Joseph, assumed that Mary had committed adultery, for which severe penalties (death) were laid out in Leviticus 18 and 20* (*though I believe the Jews did not have the authority to sentence someone to death at the time, hence why Jesus was taken to the Romans to be executed).

Despite knowing she could be shunned and left alone and helpless—an outcast—Mary did not shy from the task God gave her. She asked questions, but she trusted in God’s ability to care for her. And her Magnificat, which she sings whilst visiting Elizabeth, is an expression of profound peace and joy.

See, that’s where peace comes from—a trust in God. When Mary exclaims, “Behold, I am the servant of the Lord, let it be to me according to your word”, she expresses trust in God. She may not understand why God is using her, or why He is choosing such a way, but she understands that she is God’s servant and she surrenders herself to Him.

This gives me hope. When I lay at the bottom of a dry creekbed, angry, hurting, with tears streaming down my face and sobs literally shaking my body, I did not understand what God was doing. I could not understand what God was doing, I didn’t know how the suffering of so many people, those trapped in Australia’s drought, or my dad’s pain, or my family and friends’ heartbreak, could ever possibly be something used for good.

And yet, I walked away from that creek with peace in my heart.

Peace does not negate grief. Jesus is the Prince of Peace, the source of all peace, and yet his birth caused the deaths of an incalculable number of innocent babies. When I sat with my dad yesterday, holding his hand and saying goodbye, unsure of whether I would ever see him again before the Resurrection, I felt grief that I can’t even describe. But I also felt peace.

I cannot see the purpose behind the so-called “Massacre of the Innocents”. All the weeping, grieving families could see was the horrible, unimaginable, unjust deaths of their sons. But the Prince of Peace had come into the world.

And even he felt pain, grief and sorrow—Jesus wept at the news of his friend’s death, after all.

Peace is what God has taught me this year. He has taught me that peace is not tranquillity, but something wilder, stronger and more powerful. It can coexist with grief. It is comfort beyond anything we can imagine. It is all right to grieve at Christmas time. You don’t need to plaster on a smile, and exhibit some fake Christmas cheer. Christmas isn’t about tranquillity or happiness. It’s about peace and joy.

The first Christmas was raw, messy and bloody, and yet full of hope, joy, love and wild, fierce peace that passes all understanding. God has taught me peace in a world that is cruel and unfair. There is no better light than that of someone who has peace, even amongst the cruelty and sadness of this world.

(Four days ago, I learnt that—at the same time I was writing this—my dad died. I believe he is with our Lord and Saviour now, and there is no greater peace than being in the presence of God).

Has this year been a year of trial for you? In what ways has God shown you His peace? What are your favourite Bible verses dealing with the themes of peace and trust? (and next week, of course, we’ll be welcoming the wonderful Christine to the blog, to wrap this year’s posts up).

19 thoughts on “What God Has Been Teaching Me–Chelsea

  1. Chelsea, I am so sorry to hear that your father has died. I hope that you and your family are doing well and I will continue to keep you in my prayers. As you said, though, at least there is the comfort that your father is now in heaven with the Savior where there can be no more suffering and, instead, there is everlasting peace and joy.
    This post was a very edifying to read this Christmas morning. Last night’s children’s Christmas Eve service’s theme was “On Earth Peace”–not peace as we tend to think of it today, but peace betwixt man and God. It is definitely okay to be grieving at Christmastime and peace can 100% coexist with grief.
    My favorite passage about trust is I Peter 5:7: “Casting all your care upon Him; for He careth for you.”
    I will continue to keep you and your family in my prayers and I thank God that He has granted you peace in this difficult time.

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  2. Chelsea, I am so sorry for your pain, and I have been praying for you ever since you mentioned a few weeks ago that recent months have been hard. And I will continue to pray that God will comfort you and your family and will provide for you all…I wish there was more I could do to help. And I’ll pray that you continue to have God’s peace. Honestly, it shows the strength of your faith that you schedule this blog series now, when it would be so easy to just give up on everything spiritual in pain and anger. And great thoughts about peace in the midst of chaos and heartbreak. It’s a lesson I’m (slowly!) learning myself.

    Praying for you and your family, my friend! 🙏🏻🙏🏻❤️

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  3. Chelsea, my dear friend, you and your family will be in my prayers. I’m so sorry to hear of your loss. But your father feels no pain now; I hope you and your family will feel the comfort and strength of God right now.
    I know we’re so far apart, but please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.

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  4. my dear Chelsea, I don’t have the words to appropriately express my grief over your loss, so I won’t try. my heart, my thoughts, my prayers are being sent up to God for you and your family. please don’t hesitate to contact me if you need someone to talk to/with.

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  5. Oh no. I am so sorry to hear that your father has passed away. I will definitely keep you and your family in my prayers.

    I hope and pray that through this you find a peace that only God can give you. A peace that can get you through this difficult time. I also hope and pray that you continue to lean on God for strength and that your relationship with Him will be deeper through this.

    I just want you to know that it’s okay to cry and that it’s okay to be sad. As Psalm says “Weeping may stay the night, but joy comes in the morning.” Or as Jamie Grace puts it, “joy comes in the mourning.”

    Just trust God and He will see you through.

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  6. Oh, Honey. I’m so, so sorry. All my hugs, and kisses, and tears. And joy. You have the hope and knowledge that you will see him again. It may be a very long time. But through Jesus’s death, your dad now has life. And you have life. Beautiful post, Chelsea. God has taught you a wonderful thing this year.

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  7. This was a really thought provoking post.
    I’m very very sorry about your dad. I’m glad that you know he’s with Jesus now and that you’ll see him again. But that’s still hard. I’ll be praying for you.

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  8. Thanks for your comment, RJ 🙂 I really appreciate your words, your prayers and your hugs (I need hugs at the moment). Yes, God has taught me (and the rest of my family) a great thing, even if we don’t understand why he had to do it in this way. Thanks again 🙂


  9. why thank you. I’m guessing that’s a good thing 😛
    Yes, it definitely is still hard. But God is amazing and a solid rock to cling to in times of trial. 😀
    Thanks for being such an amazing and hilarious friend (and guildmate), Catwing!

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  10. Thank you, Grace. I really appreciate it. I have been trying to lean on God through it all, sometimes it’s hard and sometimes I’m angry at him, but I know that, ultimately, he has it all in control even when it doesn’t feel like it.
    I like that quote you shared 🙂
    I trust that he will.

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  11. Thanks so much! Your prayers mean a lot to me (and thanks for letting me talk to you when I really needed it as well)
    I think peace/grief is one of those paradoxes that we can never understand, and yet is completely real. We can still grieve, we can still weep, but ultimately, we have peace. Yes, I love that 1 Peter verse!
    Thank you. 🙂

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  12. You’ve been praying for me all that time? Thank you so much!
    Honestly, I really don’t feel like my faith is all that strong. It is really easy to be angry with God, but a few months ago (back when this all began) I read through Job and I loved seeing Job’s grief, mixed with his bewilderment and pain and sometimes downright self-loathing, all things which I was feeling. It really confirmed to me that being a Christian doesn’t mean a lack of grief or pain, or even anger, but holding onto God, even if your faith feels shaky and weak.
    Thank you again. Nothing helps more than prayer. It can do mighty things, as I’m sure you well know 🙂

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  13. So sorry to hear what your family has been going through.
    This article really spoke to me, and I greatly admire your courage, and strength to share this. I feel that I can truly see the LORD working through you in all of this.
    I’ve been praying for you, and your family. ❤
    "These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.” John 16:33

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