Christmas was a wonderful time of the year for me when I was a child. Cookies, parties, church services and gifts were among the featured attractions, and I took full advantage of them. Still do.
We celebrated Jesus’s birth too.
In my family the celebration of Jesus’s birth was central and genuine. We were at church every time the doors were open, and at Christmas time they were open far more than usual! We had Advent calendars and faithfully held family devotions. (Otherwise known as family commotions.)
Of course, there were gifts to arrange and cookies to bake and parties to attend, but that was all part of the experience. (I know, it’s easy for me to say that when I wasn’t the one hunched over the cookie tray.)
Still, I wonder if we’ve made Christmas too complicated as adults.
I know I have. Late nights wrapping presents, stressing out over what gift to buy and wondering if all three kids’ gifts are even, busy schedules and long to-do lists made for Christmas craziness. It’s all part of the experience.
I’m very thankful for my Christmas’s past. They have informed my present, and taught me that the stuff always gets done and then it’s time to celebrate and worship.
When it was all prepared, when Mom and Dad would let out satisfied sighs, when the tree was up and the gifts were wrapped and the cookies were made, we would go to church on Christmas Eve and often again on Christmas Day.
There we worshipped Jesus, God himself, who broke into this world in the flesh as a baby born in a feed trough. Jesus was born in lowly circumstances and lived a life of humble obedience to the Father. Jesus is my Savior.
The experience was worth it.
What were your Christmas past experiences?
“The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.” John 1:14