If I were able to pick my favorite Holiday (which I think most of my friends could easily guess), Christmas by far would be my favorite holiday. But it wasn’t until this weekend that I figured it all out. I think Advent is really my favorite “holiday”, as it’s comprised of several weeks of time for the preparation of the coming of the little Baby. I really spend a lot of time during advent reflecting on my life and the blessings that surround me. It sets me in some very weird mood swings sometimes. I’m far from perfect and so close to mastering the art of hypocrisy. Remembering that puts me in a humble state.
While growing up there are so many memories that run through my head around Christmastime. I was ‘born and raised’ with the understanding that Christmas was about our Savior, and not about all the worldly items that surround us daily. Christmas is about how a man of flesh and blood began the road to our salvation. It started in a manger, dirty and anything but what we would consider fit for a King. It’s about a Man that set a lifelong example for others to follow. It’s about how one Man gave his entire life and devoted himself to give to others. It makes me wonder what I have devoted my life for. I draw a blank. It makes me wonder (as I’m sure many a mothers and fathers wonder) why my children so easily say “I want this, that, and this for Christmas”, and “How much are you going to spend on us this Christmas”. I hear “We need…” quite a bit and too many times do I feel they are let down when we discuss Christ and the real reason of Christmas. I know my mom would say I was no different growing up. Probably made my parents feel the same way at the time as I do now!lol!lol!. If anything I can consider that a blessing as I have the knowledge that I can share to my children as my family did for me. That’s part of what Christmas is to me. It’s sharing and the understanding that it’s all but what is required of our worldly needs.
I’m no better, nor was I growing up. If you were to ask me what Christmas was about in elementary, I would have told you it’s about getting the candy bag from usher Rene after the evening Christmas story play we would do at Chapel of the Cross! Can you believe there were peanuts (in the shell) and those great Brach’s Jelly Nougats in that bag? Christmas was about spending the Eve at Grandma and Grandpa Bremers. Eating a great big meal, opening presents, and then going to evening Christmas Eve service at Calvary Church (how do I love the candlelight service and singing Silent Night). On the way home Christmas Eve, I would sit in the back seat, staring intently in the moon lit sky looking everywhere for Santa’s sleigh. But once I’d get home and mom and dad put us in bed, I remember thinking about the Christmas story, about how Mary and Joseph must have felt that night, and dreamt of the three wise men and their moon lit trek via the Christmas star. I can only imagine the dialog between the three wise men throughout their trek. And since I’m recalling random memories, when I was younger, I always believed it was snowing throughout the real Christmas story.
So once again, Christmastime has started. For me, I try to believe it never stops. But alas, Christmas comes and goes, and I for sure always look forward to the next merry one. So for all the few people that dare to read, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!