Cynthia Ruchti's novels and novellas brim with hope, and in this Christmas UPGRADE, she writes of the hope we can build into our lives as we "reclaim" the past for a brighter future.
Cynthia asks, “How can we knock off the barnacle-like debris and use what once was ugly 
or hurtful to build new, God-honoring, family-preserving memories?”
This is one of the most beautiful concepts the Lord has taught me (Dawn) through the years, and Cynthia expresses it in a hope-filled way. Someday, the Lord will make all things new (Revelation 21:5), and we often see His hand of restoration at work today.
Cynthia continues . . .
He sat in the encroaching cold, the collar of his work coat turned against the wind, his right hand wrapped around the handle of an ancient pick, his left holding a brick encrusted with crumbling mortar. The brick was one of hundreds piled next to him.
By the end of the day, he’d cleaned a dozen bricks of barnacle-like debris. By the end of another day, the pile of unusable bricks shrank measurably as the stack of “now what?” grew.
Before they’d tumbled into a messy pile, the bricks had formed the walls of a storage shed on the man’s parents’ farm. When the man was a small boy, the storage shed held garden tools, his father’s grimy work bench, and dark memories of abuse the father had renamed punishment.
The boy had dropped an egg on the way from the chicken coop to the house. An endless round of wallops with his father’s leather strap.
The boy left his jacket at school. More welts.
The boy lingered too long at a friend’s house. The cost was a night alone in the locked shed—no lights, no food, no blanket.
As the barnacles of unkindness and cruelty fell away now with each tap of the pick, the memories crumbled, no longer holding power over him. He owned the house now. The brick storage shed had been torn down.
He was paving the walkway through the garden to the house with the bricks that had once represented pain.
When finished, the project drew tears, not because of the once solid memories, but because of the 
beauty of a firm, well-lit, soul-pleasing path.
That’s what restoration experts do—take the crumbling, useless, broken, tired, ugly, rotted elements of a home or a life and remake them to create either a better version of what once was, or something entirely new. Like walls of an emotional prison turned into a pathway to freedom.
It wasn’t until I was well into writing Restoring Christmas—a book with the restoration of an old fieldstone farmhouse as its setting—that the full impact of the connection struck me.
Christmas and restoration. Synonymous in so many ways.
- Jesus came to restore the relationship with God that hadn’t been possible since sin entered the world.
- The gift of God’s Son restored hope for mankind.
- Jesus coming in human form restored our faith in God’s indescribable, unfailing-no-matter-how-long-it-takes love.
Do some Christmas memories bite into your soul like a whipping strap bites into fragile skin?
An uncle refuses to come to the holiday celebration if his brother will be there.
A grandparent’s obvious inequality in gift-giving for a favored grandchild sends a wave of discomfort through the whole family—oldest to youngest—every year?
Christmas celebration has lost its luster in light of the medical crisis the family’s facing? The memories won’t be the same in the assisted living center that now substitutes for the family home that once served as the gathering spot?
Unforgiveness is an unwelcome guest at every holiday meal?
How can we knock off the barnacle-like debris and use what once was ugly or hurtful to build new, God-honoring, family-preserving memories?
- In some instances, the only option is to let it go—the unfairness, the inequity, the resentment. Humanly impossible? Yes. But the Father sent the Son to be the restorer of relationships.
- Old traditions that spotlight the pain of uncomfortable memories may have to be reworked to become something new. It’s not the same without Grandpa reading the Christmas story? What if the new tradition were hearing the story through the sweet voice of the youngest reader in the family? The Father sent the Son to give us a new story to tell.
- Uncle Fred refuses to attend the family Christmas? Pray for restoration but pass the potatoes. Christmas isn’t a celebration of earth’s perfect families but of the Son who was sent to make restoration possible because anything of earth isn’t perfect.
What is an important but previously painful or uncomfortable Christmas memory that you can reclaim from the rubbish heap and watch God turn into this year’s restoration project for your family?
Cynthia Ruchti tells stories hemmed in Hope through her award-winning novels, novellas, 
devotionals, nonfiction, and through speaking events for women and writers. She and her husband live
in the heart of Wisconsin, not far from their three children and five grandchildren. Her recent novel—Restoring Christmas—shows the parallel between a couple restoring a fieldstone farmhouse for a reticent homeowner and God’s restoration work on human hearts. You can connect with her through cynthiaruchti.com or hemmedinhope.com.