What’s Wrong with Me–A Different Kind of Advent Reflection


Holidays are hard.  If you can’t relate to this, I’m happy for you, but I also ask that you seek to understand and, if possible, empathize.  

For many people, Holidays are the hardest time of their year.  Why? Expectations that everyone will be filled with joy and good cheer when, in fact, depression and loneliness lurk behind all the lights and tinsel and TV specials.  I heard a “Christian” radio program once in which two guys were talking about their wonderful Christmas memories and basically scolding everyone who didn’t appreciate Christmas as they did.  I consider that the opposite of empathizing:  why don’t you like this as much as I do when I’ve experienced it to be so warm and loving?

I love Christmas.  I love Advent season, the smell of pine trees, I love trying to make this a magical time for our kids and keeping some focus on God.  I love preaching during Advent.  The Christmas Scriptures never get old for me.  There are some layers of myth (a bunch of our Christmas story details don’t come from Scripture) but at its core, Christmas to me means Jesus’ incarnation, God’s coming in human form, which changes everything.

AND…almost every Christmas I can remember as a kid involved an explosion.  Not fireworks, like they enjoy–really enjoy–in Nicaragua from December 1 through January 1 (give or take a few days) but an emotional meltdown by my father.  I love my Dad, who died many years ago now.  Dad loved me, as well as he could.  I loved him then and I love him now, though there was a stretch in between where I had to forgive him and sort out how to love him.*  

I think the pressure and expectations of Christmas being a perfect, wonderful celebration for all of us was too much.  He was very high strung and suffered from bi-polar disorder (diagnosed only 6 months before he died).  No matter how we tiptoed around or how happy we all were, at some point he would get triggered by something and Christmas day became his shouting at the top of his lungs while we waited for the storm to pass…if it passed. 

I’m very fortunate and loved and blessed and I have successfully broken that tradition.  Our family loves being together on Christmas and I don’t think I’ve ever lost my temper at my kids on Christmas day (though to be certain we’d have to ask them).  But if I’m honest, remembering my fond childhood memories of Christmas Day–and my parents truly wanted it to be a magical day and were generous and committed to our family time together–always comes with a small knot in my stomach.  I understand what my dad struggled with so much better than I did then.  I don’t resent him.  I’ve forgiven him  

AND…I have all that baggage.  What do I do with that?  I almost curse having such a strong, clear memory.  I almost envy those who can let their difficult past fade into a hazy, semi-rosy glow.  But I can’t.  That’s not me.  God wired me differently, for good and for…challenging.  

I empathize.  People, many people, feel suicidal at Christmas time, and a huge number more feel miserable.  Get that. Please.  If you don’t experience this, you are blessed and loved and fortunate, and I hope you can see that clearly and give thanks.  Had I stayed on the trajectory that my genetics and upbringing might have set me on, I’d be that guy raging on Christmas, too.  How many steps, how many life decisions, how much grace has intervened to set me on a different path?  I don’t consider “There but for the grace of God” a throwaway phrase.  That’s my life.  And I’m unspeakably grateful.  

This all struck me clearly and afresh when, of all things, a friend made a kind comment to me on Facebook.  A little context: my friend is an extraordinary human being who has no use of his arms or legs.  He is a college graduate, a budding theologian, and a kind, encouraging young man.  He brings light wherever he goes.  I say none of this out of pity, but pure admiration.  I know me and I know I would be severely tempted to feel sorry for myself if our situations were reversed, whereas I think he would do fine given my lot.  So I’m saying this is a young man who, at his core, is probably more godly than I am, by which I mean he has a deeper connection and a stronger faith than I do.  Not flattering him, just calling it like I see it (as my dad always said).  

So my friend told me I’m “pretty awesome,” and I started to cry.  Just a few typed words.  Cut into the deepest part of my heart in the good way, in the clean, sharp scalpel that cuts out rot and brings healing way.  

Why?  Because I’m not…and yet, I am.  

I’m not amazing.  I suck.  In a thousand ways.  And if you read this hoping for that list, sorry, I’m going to disappoint you (though I understand).  Because my friend is not wrong, even though I could argue the case to my dying breath.  By the grace of God, I am what I am and not what I could be, and the fact that a young man with such a heart and such kindness and joy can tell me that, can see that, doesn’t mean I fooled him; it means God has done great, miraculous, unexpected things in me.  


I’m not going to reject his kind words, tempting as that may be for my insecurity and pseudo-integrity (which is really self-hatred disguised as “I’m just being honest”).  I’m going to open my heart as wide as its still-limited capacity will allow and receive that word, not as an ego-boost but as praise to a God who loves me enough to change me.  I mean, really change me.  Transformation.  Grace transforms us.  If you can’t see how you are being transformed, take courage and ask someone who can see what you can’t.  Then receive what they tell you, however it makes you squirm and fight.  Let it help cut out what is dark in your heart toward yourself and let in the truth that God’s love changes us and God’s love wins.  In us.  

What’s wrong with me?  I’m going to give you three answers:

1)I focus too much on my sins and shortcomings and failures and not enough on God’s faithfulnes.  How do I know?  Because I want to argue with kindness toward and affirmations about me. But it turns out hating myself doesn’t actually make me more godly.  If you wrestle with this, feel free to write that down, because we “know” this and yet we fall back into it all the time.  Psalm 56:9b “This I know, that God is for me.”  If we simply believed that, how would it change us?

2)I’ve heard some negative things about myself, some of them at a formative age.  (Or maybe they’re all formative ages.) Without delving too deeply into my own psychoanalysis, that did some damage.  I don’t know why some people can seem to shrug off horrible, potentially traumatic words while others take them to heart, in the most harmful sense. I just know it’s been a lifelong challenge (nice euphemism) to learn to believe other things about myself.  

3)Because of 1 and 2, I’m susceptible to criticism, actual or implied…or completely unintended but inferred by me, anyway.  People have said I’m conflict avoidant, and it’s probably true to some degree; if it is, it’s because of the vast amount of emotional energy and time I end up needing to recover from criticism.  That means I’m going to have to really trust you to hear what you want to tell me, because otherwise the cost to me will be really high and I don’t even know for certain that it’s accurate.  I thank God for my wife and her ability and willingness to help me see such things more “objectively,” or at least from a different perspective.  

All these make simple words of kindness and affirmation much more powerful for me when I can receive them.  So here’s my conclusion: look around, with open eyes, for who is struggling and suffering this Christmas, these Holidays.  Do not, on any level, be like those radio guys and shame people for not mustering up more cheer at Christmas.  You don’t know what people are carrying or what’s been inflicted on them.  Speak words of life!  Tell them God loves them.  They may not believe you.  Tell them what you see that is beautiful, true, or loving in them.  It’s not your job to make them accept your words, but you can give them the opportunity.  

And here’s a crazy thought.  Since you don’t know who is struggling or who has heavy baggage, Holiday or otherwise, just go for it: take the risk to affirm everyone you can.  Call it a Christmas present you don’t have to put on your credit card.   Don’t flatter or lie, just look for good and speak it.  

Like my friend did.  

*My dad suffered severe asthma and emphysema (what we now call SARS) and it both robbed his physical capacity and induced him to become embittered and depressed.  He was never the same.  Being physically debilitated exacerbated his mental and emotional struggles.  Chronic illness hit and shattered him…and his pieces never really went back together.  And I loved my dad.

13 thoughts on “What’s Wrong with Me–A Different Kind of Advent Reflection

  1. I think it is very hard to move beyond your environment, especially those early ones (we learn more during our 1st 5 years than all the rest of our lives), and I have often wondered about the Christmases that your Dad had and how often he was reflecting back on them, as he found ours so challenging.
    You have done an AWESOME job of changing your expectations and by the Grace that is ours.

    • And that is exactly what we mean by empathy. I think you are probably exactly right about his Christmases. I remember a long conversation you and I had about his mom that significantly changed how I understood his life and history. Thanks, Mom!

  2. Carla Hubbs

    Once again, you state much of how I feel. Christmas memories from childhood aren’t that great….. Through therapy, I’ve come to discover just how I have been scarred (and still am) from my mother’s cruel words towards me. Dad tried to make it happy, but could never please my mother. I see that now. Thank you, brother, for bringing this type of reality to light for those who might not understand!

    • Daniel Koenigs

      Carla, the relationship that your parents had sounds very similar to the relationship that my parents had and still have. I am glad to read that you therapy has helped you,

  3. Daniel Koenigs

    Thank you for sharing, I have fought many of the same battles and I continue to fight many of the same battles that you do. You and I were a few years apart in school but we shared the same building for 2 years of high school, we never knew that we were both fighting some of the same battles during those years. I am glad that our paths have crossed and it goes to show that Facebook can be useful. God Bless and Merry Christmas.

    • Merry Christmas, Dan! Thanks. It’s taken how many years to be able to speak these battles aloud? Part of the hope of this is to free some other people to speak them sooner. I appreciate your honesty and the truth you speak, as well.

  4. Jean

    Your conflict avoidance characteristic seems likely and reasonable given your dad’s behavior. Thanks for your insightful writings. Blessings.

  5. Kelly Solano

    I find it very Christlike that you- very humble and somewhat insecure (shaped by your experiences) and in need of affirmation are someone who affirms me the most. Like that is the most amazing sacrifice to me, and that can only come from Jesus. So thank you. And I will be more aware now on if others who need affirming words- especially during the Holidays.

  6. Aaron Shirley

    Two years later, and still quite useful words. I’m thankful for a brother who will speak truth, and with the same words, speak love.

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