Dec. 5th, 2011 Rediscover Joy

I used to love this time of year.

Before I grew up.

Before I discovered that buying
Christmas presents on a budget is hard work.

Before I longed to be in two places at
once.
Before I spent hours cleaning,
preparing, shopping, wrapping.
Before I realized that all those
decorations would have to be taken down in a few weeks . . . by
me.
Before I had somewhere to be fifteen
out of twenty-five nights.

Before Christmas became synonymous with
exhaustion.

Because before . . . I would fly
through the door and run to the tree. Had mom wrapped more while I
was at school? Was there another gift for me?
Before . . . I would rearrange the
gifts, shaking, weighing, trying to guess. Never peeking, because the
anticipation was almost as much fun as whatever delight lay hidden
beneath the wrapping.
Before . . . I would huddle with my
sister as we planned Christmas morning. When would we get up? Would
she promise to wake me if she woke up first?
Before . . . I would go to sleep
listening to the twenty-four hours of Christmas music (that started
on Christmas Eve instead of the day after Thanksgiving).

Before . . . the day was filled with
gifts—given & received, family, food, fun.

Before . . . Christmas was synonymous
with joy.

This year, I’m making an effort to
re-discover the joy. My calendar isn’t quite as crowded as it has
been in year’s past, and I’m relieved. My to-do list—well, it’s
insane. But I’m focusing on doing the things that need to be done and
leaving off the stuff that can wait.

I’ve cranked up the music, downloaded a
new album (Michael Bublé!), bought a few presents, and decorated the
tree. At night, I’m taking a few moments to sit in the flickering
light of candles and remember . . . remember what it was like . . . before the first Christmas.

Before . . . the sounds of angels in
perpetual worship.
Before . . . perfect harmony with God
the Father and God the Spirit.
Before . . . peace, joy, comfort.
Before . . . honor, reverence.
Before . . . glory.

But then He came.

To the sound of cattle, sheep, and
donkeys
To a people in continual tension with
their Roman rulers and religious leaders.
To cold, wet, hunger, pain.
To anger, gossip, slander, humiliation,
misunderstanding.

To exhaustion.

To death.

As a child, I knew the real meaning of
Christmas. I knew there was a baby. I knew we exchanged gifts to
commemorate the Ultimate gift.
But my young mind was full of Sear’s
Wish Books and shiny packages.

I didn’t dwell on the miracle.

But for my slightly more grown up mind,
I think the secret to rediscovering the joy is to rediscover the
miracle.

Christmas was
always about the gifts. It still is. But the Gift that brings joy
these days isn’t one that sits under the tree wrapped in shiny paper.

It’s the One that lay in a feeding
trough wrapped in rags.

Immanuel –
God with us.
Isaiah 7:9 ~ Therefore, the Lord himself will give you a sign. Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel. (ESV)

Join me this month
as we rediscover the joy of the season.

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6 Comments

  1. I can certainly relate! Looking forward to reading more.

  2. Susie says:

    I'm glad your schedule is lighter.It's hard to decide what to leave off the todo list. Thanks for a good reminder to focus on the miracle instead of carnal things like "will the Christmas play come together in the next 2 weeks?" and will I ever get the house decorated?
    "For unto us a Son is born"

  3. Well said, Lynn. We surely need to take the time to experience the joy and peace of the season.

    Blessings!

  4. The Christmas season…. It does send us to our memories. So thankful for those memories and for the new ones we make each year.

  5. Lynn,

    I can so relate to the loss of joy you've experienced around Christmas instead of the joy of the miracle given as the first Christmas gift. I felt the lack of joy today as I trudged through aisles and aisles of meaningless toys, gift baskets filled with cheese and crackers, and the latest and greatest in technology looking for a gift for literally everyone!

    Thanks for the reminder to focus on the true meaning of Christmas and not get bogged down with all the other junk.

  6. amy says:

    Awesome reflections.