by Andrew Cromwell
Christmas
is here and gone before you can blink. And as soon as this one is over, the
countdown for next year’s December 25th is on. The date doesn’t ever change and
except for an occasional leap year, it is an easy 365 day count from one to the
next. We never should be surprised by Christmas.
For
even if somehow we miss it on our calendars, there is no way we can miss the
onslaught of Christmas music, decor and sweaters. And if that fails to
rouse the most oblivious among us, the fail-safe will surely be the never
ending stream of advertising aimed squarely at convincing us of the need for
this year’s new-fangled model of whatever.
The
Christmas season, at its worst, is an over-commercialized holiday ripe with
guilt, greed and sugary poison. And for all those grinches out there who can
see nothing else, we all collectively can say “I’m sorry” for ever allowing it
to become such a thing.
But
at its best, Christmas is alive with hope, love and joy. It is an echo of the
love our Great Father has for all of His children—the short ones, the tall
ones, the skinny ones and the fat not so skinny ones. As we gather
together with family and friends and give gifts to one another, we reflect,
whether we realize it or not, the Father’s heart to give gifts to His kids and
His desire to pull into the circle all those who are distant.
My
prayer for you and your family this Christmas season is that you would not miss
the miracle in the midst of the mess of Christmas.
Don’t
miss it in the people pushing and shoving at the stores,
Don’t
miss it as the advertising gets shoved through your doors.
Don’t
miss it in the rush to get it all done,
Don’t
miss it as your fingers fly to finish that cake made with rum.
It’s
so easy to miss when God is at work,
because
so often we’re too busy doing the Christmas-twerk.
Our
homes are filled to the brim and decorated tip top,
but
often we’ve forgotten to leave room for Pop.
God’s
gifts often come in packages so small,
that
we tend to forget they are there at all.
A
kind word, a smile, and a hug filled with love,
These
are little treasures He’s sent from above.
During
this season filled with laughter and cheer,
let’s
don’t forget that He has drawn near.
He
sent us a child who became a man,
And
gave Himself according to God’s plan.
God
became flesh and moved into town,
a
Divine visitation, a Child with a crown.
And
to Himself He gathered all who had gone astray,
this
little Child named Jesus, born in the hay.
Merry
Christmas!