Christmas has always been a holiday I loved to celebrate. The lovely decorations – Christmas trees with twinkle lights and coloured glass ornaments, garlands festooned with pine cones and velvet ribbon, a hand-crafted nativity scene and lots of candles on the mantle. The lavish meal – rich foods, carol singing, traditional sweets. The gifts – toys for children, a bottle of wine for adults. Enjoying it all with family, gathered together in a cozy home on a cold wintry night.
But it’s the build-up to the holiday that gets me down. Rushing to get things finished at work, to be free to enjoy a few days off. Shopping for groceries and for the gifts on my list. Cleaning the house, decorating and arranging everything. It’s a stressful time for many people.
I take moments here and there to contemplate the baby in a manger who is at the centre of this story, and whose humble birth and modest life impacted the whole world. Reflecting on the bittersweet reality of that One Solitary Life. http://www.changinglivesonline.org/item-by-category/articles/item/363-one-solitary-life.html
The greatest gift ever given, presented first to the poor common lowly citizens of the day, shepherds, as they watched their flocks by night. They brought open hearts, praising lips and true worship. The littlest one brought music http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJ_MGWio-vc
I too will bring the only gift I have to offer – my life, my life, my all.