We’ve been Grinched!Well, not really. I mean the stuff we bought is still there, waiting to go under the tree on Christmas Eve. But what was taken from us didn’t come in packages, boxes, or bags. We lost the thing I was looking forward to the most the Christmas season, our time.
Between my in-laws car accident, the birth of our second child, and the subsequent hospitalization of that child for jaundice, we’ve spent much of the past two weeks in and out of hospital rooms. So much so that it feels like we simply lost that time in terms of celebrating Christmas. And for me, that’s more important than any presents. This is not a complaint against the hospitals, we were glad that someone was there to take care of us, but losing that time seemed really heartbreaking. Without a lot of money to spend on presents, time was all we had this year, and we lost that too.
But then I remember
that Christmas isn’t about me. It’s not
about presents, that we know, but we live in a culture that suggests that the
real meaning of Christmas is family.
Family is important too, and traditions and songs and lights and trees
and all the other things. But the truth
is that’s not the meaning of Christmas either.
That’s just some really good stuff that we get to enjoy. No, the real meaning of Christmas is Christ,
the fact that God loves us and came for us. And so not having much money or
much time cannot take that away from me.
Jesus loves me, and came to earth for me.
And for you.
Remember that this
Christmas.
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