There are lots of things I genuinely enjoy about the Christmas season—the food, the family gatherings, the gift-giving, the celebrations. It's the one time of year when songs about Jesus play openly in public spaces across our city. In many ways, Christmas really is a good celebration. And yet, if we're honest, it also awakens something deeper in us—a longing, a heart-cry that won't quite go away. This month, I've had a fresh rendition of the Christmas carol O Come, O Come Emmanuel on repeat. It's not a version everyone enjoys. It is stirring some controversy because it slowly builds toward a raw, heavy metal crescendo—a guttural roar of longing—before collapsing back into a quiet plea: O come, O come Emmanuel. (Thank you, Skillet) Your taste in music may be more refined or reserved than mine, so that particular version might not be your thing. But the cry behind it is. Because beneath the lights, the music, and the celebrations is a shared ache—a yearning for ...