(Note from Mama’s Empty Nest: During this busy Christmas season, I’m reposting blogs from several years ago. If you missed why, please click on this link for my reasons. The following post is from December 2010.)
Color of skin – not green. Heart – normal size. Miserly ways – don’t think so. Crankiness – well…sometimes. Conclusion – I’m a normal human being, neither the Grinch nor Scrooge.
Really! Christmas has always been my favorite holiday. Honestly! To me it IS one of the “most wonderful times of the year.” Truly!
Somewhere in my rants about not feeling up to decking the halls and proclaiming ho-ho-ho with mistletoe, I think I have left my readers with the mistaken belief that I’m not a Christmas person. Completely untrue. It’s just that this year instead of being a Christmas fanatic, I’m in more of a reflective mood about the season I love.
I celebrate Christmas to commemorate the greatest gift God gave mankind when over 2000 years ago, a tiny babe was born in Bethlehem. That baby was the Messiah, Emmanuel, God With Us, Jesus Christ. But as I get older, I have to question what the hoopla we’ve made Christmas truly has to do with worshiping our Savior.
Many of the Christmas customs we utilize have nothing to do with our belief in Jesus. The light displays, the adorned Christmas tree, the over-indulgent feasts, the even more over-indulgent presents. What does any of it mean?
Every year the commercialism of the season grates on me. The frantic rush to the shopping malls to spend outrageous sums of money on gifts that we really don’t need saddens me when I know millions of our fellow human beings in the world are starving or have no decent housing.
The fulfillment of Christmas wish lists with gift cards and money make me sadder yet. Why don’t we just exchange money instead of calling it a gift?
To me, a gift is something you thoughtfully consider. You think about the person you are giving the gift to, and you know that loved one well enough to choose something that will touch his or her heart and show how much you love and care for that person. But that takes time and consideration and in the crazy frenzy (only 14 more shopping days till Christmas!), it’s easier to just fulfill the items on a list.
My family is no different from any other families out there; there have been some wish lists being emailed back and forth and we have succumbed to this way of shopping. Oh, we try to give to the needy whether it is donating to the bell-ringers of the Salvation Army, shopping for gifts to bestow on a family who is having a difficult year, filling shoe boxes for Samaritan’s Purse to be distributed to needy children, or purchasing “gifts” of animals, clothing, or other necessities to be sent world-wide through World Vision.
But is that enough? I think that’s why I’m feeling a little rebellious about this season of Christmas. I want Christmas to mean more. I want it to be revered, not just as a cherished tradition, but as a time when we stop focusing on the foolishness, ponder the wonder of God coming to earth to live among us, and give thanks for the saving gift of grace that our Lord Jesus Christ is.
I sometimes wonder what Jesus thinks about our elaborate celebrations and I’m reminded that He was born in a simple, lowly place. He lived His life here on earth in a plainly simple way, but oh, how much He accomplished!
He did not require jewels, fancy robes, or tables set before Him with an amazing array of food and drink. He did not expect exquisite decorations in the homes He visited. His focus was simply on people – the weak, the infirm, the needy, and the lost. He didn’t ask for gifts, instead He gave His life as the ultimate gift when He took the sins of the world upon Himself and sacrificed His life on the Cross for us.
I’ve been reading a non-fiction book called Extraordinary Faith by Sheila Walsh. It’s not a new book and I’ve had it on my shelf for quite some time. I read it for a while, and then get busy and put it down, but I keep coming back to it because I really want to finish it. It’s good stuff.
Yesterday I took a little bit of time to open the book’s pages once again. And what I read in the chapter called “When We Fix Our Eyes on Jesus” imparted great truth to me. Ms. Walsh writes, “Faith here is a call to look up, to gaze at our Savior. Faith is a passionate gaze at the only One who can save us.”
She continues and then adds a passage of scripture, “Perhaps the greatest call to gaze on our Lord appears right after the great faith chapter of Hebrews 11: ‘Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.’ (Hebrews 12:1-2)”
That’s what I think is often missing at Christmas. We fail to look up, to gaze at the One who was sent on our behalf to save us from eternal separation from God. We don’t fix our eyes on Jesus. This year, I want to forego the trappings of Christmas. I want to throw off those things that hinder me from looking up and gazing at my Savior. I hope I can encourage you to do the same.
“Lift up your heads, O you gates; be lifted up, you ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in.” ~ Psalm 24:7
I want to fix my eyes on the King of Kings and Lord of Lords instead of gazing at a landscape of luminous lights, garlands of greenery galore, a bedecked and bedazzled balsam tree or the panoramic plethora of presents stacked beneath it. Instead of spending all of my time time baking and cooking and shopping, I want to feed my soul and the souls of others with the Word of God.
For those of us who call ourselves believers in Christ, the season of Christmas should be first and foremost a season of faith – faith that is sufficient for everything we need.
God had His fingerprints all over the gift He gave us that very first Christmas, His Son Jesus Christ. And today, centuries later, He still has His fingerprints on us. Let us rejoice and be exceedingly glad.
I pray that this Christmas you will fix your eyes on Jesus, that you will allow the Word of God to speak to your life amidst the hustle and bustle of the season.
“Faith is not wishful thinking or theatrics. Faith is born in us as we fix our eyes on Jesus and as we recognize the fingerprints of God the Father all over our lives.” ~ Sheila Walsh