My home looks bare and desolate. The color scheme has changed from cheerful red and green to the old burgundy and gold. The sound of silence hurts my ears, and gaiety and laughter hang in the air like ghosts of Christmas past. And as if that is not enough, the Christmas feast and the sugary goodies have been rudely replaced by a diet. Ugly, ugly, ugly is this day!
As I went about putting away every last glimmer of Christmas, I could sense God’s disappointment in my childish attitude. Finally, after a good bit of pouting and whining, I took my discontent to Him. He reminded me of the shepherds’ story in Luke 2. I opened my Bible and read about the angel who announced the birth of Jesus and the radiance of God that filled the sky and surrounded the shepherds. I read about the vast multitude of angels who suddenly filled the sky, singing praises to God.Then I read how the shepherds went to Bethlehem and found the baby, the sweetest baby ever born lying in a manger! As I read, I could imagine the radiance of God like the Northern lights lilluminating the sky and the angels’voices like the Mormon Tabernacle choir. I thought of the sweetness and tenderness of a newborn baby. What a feast for eyes and ears!
But the best part of God’s plan for teaching me was what came next! The shepherds went forth telling everyone about what they had seen and heard. Everyone was astonished at the amazing story. When the shepherds finally went back to their fields, they went back glorifying and praising God! They did not mope about missing all the excitement. The memories of that Christmas would stay with them forever.
Through His Word, the Lord had swiftly put me in my place. He had blessed me once again with beauty, joy, and love at Christmas, a reminder of a Christmas long ago. I freely admitted how wrong I had been to pout and whine like the childish sexagenarian I am. Even worse, I had replaced the importance of the message with the sights and sounds and feelings of the season.
Yes, the glow of Christmas reminds us of the radiance of that day long ago; but the most important part of Christmas is the rememberance of the unsurpassable gift God gave us all through Jesus Christ His Son. Now I cherish the blessings that I received. I lock them away in my memory, and praise God for all He did for me!