Well, it’s the middle of December, and my house is filled with decorations for Christmas. As I write, I hear Classical Christmas music from “The Nutcracker Suite”. Downstairs, we have an evergreen tree. It’s covered with lights and brightly painted ornaments. Over the fireplace, the mantle is covered with garland,pine cones, and artificial poinsettias. I even have a snow village, depicting a Victorian-type Christmas. It has Christmas trees, a horse-drawn sleigh,and children singing carols. Have you ever wondered how our Christmas traditions began?
With all the sights and sounds of celebration, my thoughts go back to a small town in Israel. Our Bible tells us about a girl named Mary, and an angel. Since the days of Isaiah, her people had waited for the Messiah. When the angel told her the news of a child, at first, she questioned the possibility. Then nine months later, in a small village of Bethlehem: “She brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.” (Luke 2:7).
Two years ago, I was blessed with the opportunity to visit Israel. And since that time, I have looked at Christmas in a different light. Of course, I continue to fill my house with our family traditions, but I am forced to admit, they have nothing to do with the truth of Christmas.
I often wonder how God looks at our festive celebrations. His Son, Jesus, was born that night to save the world. Without His sacrifice we were doomed to eternal separation from God.
I pray we might all take a moment to remember God’s love. I hope we might take sometime to remember the true meaning of Jesus’ birth. It had nothing to do with Christmas trees, or Santa Clause, or shopping for the latest high tech gadgets. They didn’t celebrate with a Christmas feast of turkey,ham, or fruit cake. The only singing came for a host of angels saying: “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will to all men.” (Luke 2:14)
So, when you wake Christmas morning and rush to open your Christmas gifts, think about the greatest gift. Take a moment to remember why God sent Him on that starry night in Bethlehem. I pray you will all have a Blessed Christmas.
Until next time, I send you a prayer of peace. Be Blessed, Donna