Everybody always says, “Christmas is for Children.”
Been there, done that. It was great.
I’d like to raise a few points on behalf of those who find themselves with a few gray hairs. Or a lot of them.
Christmas is no less magical or profound or sweet or challenging now than it was when we were whippersnappers.
In fact, it may even be better.
Let’s talk about Hope: I must confess I’ve done my time on the Island of Misfit Toys. Feeling broken. Not sure where I belonged. But I’ve learned that everyone gets broken. Everyone feels like a misfit from time to time. It is the coming of Christ that gives our lives meaning and purpose. Now I know what it really means to have HOPE!
Let’s talk about Love: I’ve learned that there is no perfect present underneath the tree. Hard as we might try, we can’t fit love in a box. There’s only one gift that truly satisfies to that extent. It is the gift that God gave to us, so that we might pass it on. Now I know what it really means to have (and give) LOVE!
Let’s talk about Peace: Every year I find myself saying, “has the world ever been this bad?” My attentiveness to the suffering around me has developed, but so has my faith and resolve. I believe there is no turmoil that the Prince of Peace cannot transform, and I want to help. Now I know how to look for signs of PEACE!
Let’s talk about Joy: Whereas once a gadget or a toy would make me giddy, now joy strikes me much more deeply. It is in the presence of family and friends. In witnessing simple acts of grace. In the Christmas story. More than just the excitement of a season, I am reminded of what God With Us truly means both now, and the whole year round. Now I know the ongoing thrill of JOY!
Oh, I’d never take back those wondrous years of Christmases past.
But that wonder has never left, if we know where to look!
It’s in any heart that embraces the HOPE, LOVE, PEACE, and JOY of Christmas…
and never lets go.