I was just thinking about Christmas – you know, fat man, red suit, ‘ho-ho-ho’, Jingle Bells, Rudolph, elves, Christmas card list, Christmas baking list, Christmas grocery list, Christmas cleaning to do list, Christmas wish lists, shopping, malls, crowds, waiting in line, credit card limit, snow, slush, slippery roads, cold, rushing, deadlines, baking, cleaning, wrapping.
How did we get so far away from the true meaning of Christmas? How have we let ourselves become so engrossed in the hustle and bustle of commercialism? If someone visited your home during the Christmas season would they see, hear or feel anything different from any other home in your neighbourhood?
Far from a joyful time of celebration, Christmas has become an unfulfilled dream for many.
Maybe this year we can get through the day without the cousins fighting over who got the best gift from Grandma. Maybe this year the turkey will be nicely browned on the outside and actually cooked all the way through on the inside. Maybe this year I’ll get some gratitude for all the work I’ve done in the kitchen and actually get help with the dishes. Maybe this year Uncle Joe won’t have one too many and get obnoxious.Maybe this year we can sit quietly around the fireplace and gaze into the gently burning fire while sipping our cocoa, and listen to Christmas music softly playing in the background. Maybe this year it’ll be a Hallmark Christmas.
Unrealistic expectations in lives that are lacking. An unrealistic expectation that one perfect day will fulfill all hopes and dreams and empty spaces in our lives.
Traveling, loved ones coming to visit, grandmothers, greenery, red bows, gingerbread, nephews and nieces, sweet, warm smells from the kitchen, grandchildren, games, smiles and laughter, love, tears of joy, hope, peace, Christmas Eve candlelight service, Silent Night, a hush, a breathless anticipation, O Holy Night, bright, shining star, shepherds, heavenly hosts, Hosanna in the Highest, celebration, inexplicable joy, hurry to see Him, humble stable, crude manger, beautiful baby.
A newborn baby in a cold, hard feeding trough. A dirty, smelly stable filled with love. Spontaneous worship given by ordinary people. This simple dwelling held the One who could fill the empty space in our lives, fulfill hopes and dreams, and provide love and peace.
Centuries later people are still seeking love, peace, hope, and rest from burdens. Have you found Him? Do you know Him? At this holy time of year what better gift could you give than sharing His good news with others? Share Jesus, share His gift. It’s free. It’s the best. One size fits all. It doesn’t rust or wear out. And best of all He fits that empty space perfectly.
I can’t think of anything better to give to the ones I love.
© Denise Budd Rumble 2009