Wednesday, December 21, 2011
The Empty Chair
The military and military veterans organizations have a quiet but appropriate way of recognizing those who cannot join the celebration that night. Specifically, through this small ceremony, they recognize the tens of thousands of U.S. prisoners of war and those missing in action whose whereabouts remain yet unknown. In their recognition, an empty chair is placed at a table seated and set for one. A white tablecloth drapes over the table and on it rests an empty plate and a glass. Wording read during a short ceremony discloses that the glass is inverted because these comrades will not be toasting with us tonight. Similar wording reveals that salt has been sprinkled on the plate, "to remind us of the countless tears of those who have never come home and of the tears of their families and friends, whose grief knows no end."I found it compelling that in a room full of cheer and celebration, there is an intentional effort to remember and honor those who cannot be present.
This Christmas I am extra aware that the opposite may be taking place. Instead of intentionally seating an empty chair as a reminder, I know of more than a few dinner tables that have an empty chair out of default. No reminder is needed because, well, everything is a reminder. I think of the many friends whose husbands are deployed right now, some missing out on their child's first Christmas. I think of a dear friend whose heart is still raw from losing her soulmate. I think back to a crash in August that dashed apart the dreams of so many families all at once. I think of a brother who wrote a song about triumph, whose notes now echo pain and loss. I think of a friend overtaken by the brutality of a war he had long since returned from. It seems epecially in the military community, you don't have to look far to find an empty chair this year.
This year Nick and I have the undeniable blessing of being able to spend Christmas with many of our closest family members... my parents and sister, his parents and brother (and his fiancee!), his grandfather, several aunts, uncles and cousins. Living so far away, we are especially mindful of how amazing it will be to share the holidays with so many loved ones. And yet, I recognize there are those among us on both sides who, due to our own family losses this year, will experience their first Christmas without a grandparent, a parent, a sibling, a child, or a spouse. One less place setting. One less glass raised. Many of them absent much too soon.
There is sadness, often overwhelming sadness, in acknowledging the empty chair at the Christmas table. But just as our eyes look down in remembrance and appreciation of the person we so wish could join us, may we somehow find the strength to look up and meet the smiling eyes of those seated around us. From sadness to joy in a glance. From emptiness to blessing in a moment. From despair to hope thanks to a miracle called love.
The thrill of hope, a weary world rejoices.
Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas, wherever you are. May you be surrounded by family and friends and in every way be reminded of the hope that was born this day.