It’s been the week of Christmas decorating and Gina found our old Christmas carols music book. She asked me to teach her some of the songs. I’ve been doing my best to hear these songs again, but without the sting. The dividing point of who are God’s children and who isn’t leaves a foul taste in my mouth, but Santa Claus seems to know the truth; we’re all God’s children. This joy, to the world, reveals to us that even heaven and nature sing the proclamation of the glorious introduction of salvation being born for the good of all mankind. Are we so caught up in being faithful that we forget to be faith-full?
I admit, I didn’t want to decorate this year. Not for some rigid rule keeping ideal that Christmas has pagan origins. It’s because I wanted something simpler. Something easier. If it weren’t for our daughters our home would still be decked out with fall leaves, acorns, and some lingering pumpkins from Samhain.
While Scott and I were out Black Friday shopping (yes, we brave the crazies because we save 50% on all our family’s gifts), the girls had put up and decorated the tree. I gotta say, it was such a treat to see the sparkly lights welcoming us home. They had hung the advent calender, set up the village, and were anxiously awaiting their dad to come home and add the angel to the top of the tree. There’s something deeply magical about Christmas.
We slipped the Christmas CD into the player as if it were a sacred act and found ourselves falling in love with the traditional melodies of the babe and his holy mother. The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head…and I imagine holding a baby again and it dawns on me how truly genius it is that we embrace this nostalgic infant every December.
The babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, laying in a lowly manger, reminds us to be gentle souls. The imagining of a holy mother cradling her baby in a cold stable surrounded by hogs and sheep. This humbling portrait of poverty stricken people who seem to have hit their bottom, yet they hold the hope of the world in their arms.
Can we face Christmas while holding the hope of the world in our hearts?
Today, there was no sting.
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