We went to a Christmas ballet we’ve dubbed “Ballet Bizarre”. We looked at the checking account and decided repurposing is indeed a wonderful thing. It will be our first Christmas with our son overseas in the Middle East. The world is a powder keg, and our child is in the smack dab middle of it.
And so on. There are reasons to lament during this Season. There are reasons (but then aren’t reasons simply excuses?) to Bah Humbug it all. But I am not one to say “Tis the season to be jolly!, or as I was singing (shouting) all morning, “Tis the season to be Jarry, fah, rah, rah, rah, rah!”, and leave it at that, fun as it may be.
I am here to dig and delve deeply into the Reason for the Season. I am here to say the money (or lack thereof) in the checking account and the bizarrre-ness of “Art” and the locale of loved ones are simply opportunities to remember Jesus. This is the season for the ultimate of all beauties – the Love of Christ.
And so the bizarre ballet is an opportunity to be thankful that I have yet another focus for prayer. The repurposing is a reminder of all the treasures I own that will now grace the lives of others. The son overseas reminds me that technology can be a wonderful thing – his Christmas package will arrive today or tomorrow most likely, and he will open it in our presence via Internet.
The powder keg world? Still and as always, Jesus is our refuge and our strength, our high tower and deliverer. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever, Amen!
Sharing Him at Christmas can be done with or without cash. We are opening our home on Christmas Day for the first time. We will be sharing a Christmas brunch with people the Holy Spirit has put on our hearts to invite, and there will be much merry-making, joy and celebration. We’re including the most important of guests via the special invitation of prayer, and as always, He will be right on time.
I have decided and decreed that I will not even think, for one moment, thoughts of lack this Christmas, much less speak words of lack. What indeed, do I lack? I serve a Risen Savior.
As for those pesky arguments about December 25 not actually being His birthday – so what? I was born December 28 and I would have no problem with people celebrating my birthday on July 28 or whatever day suited them. What I would have a problem with would be people being upset because they didn’t have a gift for me, or feeling pressured because the day was a reminder of what they lacked in their lives, rather than a reminder that I loved them.
So, that’s it – the key to joy in this Season, no matter what your circumstances: We must choose to worship and serve and receive His great gift to us all.
Mr. Bennett, in Pride and Prejudice says, “No lace, Mrs. Bennett!” I say to myself, “No Lack, Mrs. Bev! You have Jesus and it’s time to celebrate. Each and every moment of each and every day.” Jesus the Savior is Born.
You ask me how I know He lives, He lives within my heart.