What is Christmas all about anyway? My house is filled with decorations, and I love it. I sit and look at them blinking and changing colors after everyone else has gone to bed and somehow it brings back actual feelings of a younger, happier time. A time that I can bring to life by getting out old home movies where I watch a 40 year younger me opening Christmas gifts for my baby girl, relatives that have gone on are there smiling and waving for the camera as if to say “Remember me this way, always”. In these movies my dad is tall and strong and my mother knows her children’s names and which one was first born, the church was a happy place to be with Christmas programs and banquets being planned. Is that what Christmas is about?
To a certain extent I will say the shopping and parties is what we have made it mean, but in reality, it should be the time that we simply celebrate that Jesus gave up His royal digs to be born in a barn, attended by sheep, goats, cows, and some shepherds who were tending their sheep in a nearby field, being led to the manger by the star that shone over the place where Jesus lay. The angels, who said: “Don’t be afraid. I’m here to announce a great and joyful event that is meant for everybody, worldwide: A Savior has just been born in David’s town, a Savior who is Messiah and Master. This is what you’re to look for: a baby wrapped in a blanket and lying in a manger. At once the angel was joined by a huge, angelic choir singing God’s praises: Glory to God in the heavenly heights, and on earth Peace and good will toward men and women everywhere!”
Yeah, that’s what Christmas is all about.