And before I get down to it I promise not to tell you about the pagan origins of your Christmas tree or lament that Christ wasn’t even born in December (because honestly, I like sharing a birthday with Jesus). And I’m not going to debate whether Happy Holidays or Merry Christmas is the more appropriate winter greeting. But I will admit, open and honestly, that my bah-humbug attitude probably comes more from personal loss than any societal trend. On top of that, planning surgery and recovery has put me way behind the normal trend of overdosing on suping up my holiday experience with the shopping, decorating, and baking that everyone seems to need to do to force themselves into the “spirit”.
|'tis The reason for the season.|
The older I get and the more loss I’ve experienced I’ve come to realize what I really need and what I really desire. I don’t need the newest gadgets or trendiest clothes. I don’t need wreaths and poinsettias, stocking-draped mantles and the glitter explosion of Christmas décor all over my house. I don’t even need to see the children in my life open gifts with abandon (even though that is lots of fun). To me Christmas isn’t about the shopping, it isn’t about the debates, it’s about being with those you love, it’s enjoying a good meal, it’s laughing and talking, and singing Christmas carols (because that is my all time favorite part of holiday season).
And as I write this, it hits me. I’m over-thinking it, overdoing it just as much as everyone else. As a Christian, I should be celebrating Christ’s miraculous birth, His redemptive death and resurrection, every day, in the way I live. No, I don’t need December 25th to celebrate Christ’s birth. His salvation should be a part of who I am, every day. Christ is what I need this Christmas season and every day of my life. My heart is still a pretty messy place and yet Christ resides there. One of my favorite songs to sing is O come O come Emmanuel…. Emmanuel, God with us. With us everyday. So maybe what I really need to do is shut off my TV, ignore the emails, and ask this Emmanuel to come and ransom my captive heart.