What is Christmas?
It's a time when some of your dreams come true. Every year it rolls around, you think it can't be time for another one, but there it is with all its hope and joy and the promise of wishes granted. What do I wish for? I wish for the power to return some of the love that's been given me. To share in the beauty of this earth. A drop of water is a wondrous thing. A spade full of earth is a kingdom in itself. A cloud is worth watching till it passes from one horizon to another. A bird building its nest is as wondrous as men building a pyramid; and any green thing that grows is proof that God exists.
It all comes into focus at Christmas. It's a tender time. We grow cautious because we open ourselves to love. We exchange gifts, but what those presents really say is "I love you." Makes some folks uncomfortable to say or hear these words. Maybe it's because they never learned the secret of the giving heart. There are more takers than givers in the world. People, communities, even countries spending their time grubbing and rooting for the goods of this earth like pigs after acorns in the fall of the year. We are people with giving hearts and I pray that it will always be so. It's part of our strength. It's something we learned as innocent children that we can share with the fellow who's down on his luck, with those who have suffered calamities, the loss of their home, their land, or their hope.
Take pleasure in the trappings of Christmas. Be merry like the songs say, revel in the tinsel and the glitter and the sparkle and sing the old songs for all the joy that's in them and the memories they bring back. But to touch the real Christmas- to feel the true spirit of the season- look to your own heart and find all the secret treasures that they're there to give.
1. HONESTY...he sees you when you're sleeping...
2. HOPE...for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn...
3. FAITH...away in a manger...
4. PEACE...bless all the dear children in thy tender care...
5. RENEWAL... Lo how a rose e'er blooming from tender stem hath sprung...
6. HUMILITY...fall on your knees, O hear the angel's voices... continued |