Christmas has always been my favorite time of the year. It promises fun times with friends and family and the joy that comes from watching the excitement of children. It stirs up memories of long ago when all my cousins and I would load onto a wagon pulled by grandpa’s tractor and ride down the road to spot that perfect cedar tree to chop down. We would then return to the warmth of the wood stove, make construction paper chains, string popcorn and sing Christmas carols accompanied by grandpa’s fiddle and my uncle’s guitar. Even writing that makes me realize that we might be once again living in those simpler times.
This year, for most of us, Christmas will be a little different. Extended families will probably not be gathering. People will not be flying or driving across the country to celebrate together. For me personally, this is the first year that I don’t have a place of my own to entertain and decorate as I am living with my daughter and her family until my house is completed. I now live with an Elf on the Shelf who is quarantined in a plastic bag after having come here from the North Pole.
But some things never change. I always share an Axel nativity story in the Forerunner. He has loved playing with the characters and animals since he was a toddler. He is 6 now. The kids did not have a nativity scene, so I got a small one from Amazon. The characters are tiny and fit well into the back of a toy truck and the kings have been seen driving cars and even doing a little racing. I guess they can get away with it because of their kingly status.
Last weekend, Hermione the sheep, Stanley the donkey, and Max the cow, (the names were Izabella’s contribution), were riding in the back of a pickup truck. I asked Axel where they were going, and he told me they had to get a gift for baby Jesus since the kings had shown up with gold and a ham. I asked what they were going to get for the baby and where they were going to shop. He said they were going to Sam’s because they had nicer blankets than Jesus was born with. He said baby Jesus needed something better than just some old rags.
His insights always make me think about the Christmas story in a new light. This year it made me realize that the only gift we have that is good enough to give to Jesus is ourselves. Scripture says that our righteousness is as filthy rags and without faith; that is absolutely all we have to offer! The good news is if you have experienced the transforming power of a relationship with Jesus, you are now clothed in His righteousness and the only thing He wants from you is your love, devotion, service to others and obedience. Are you willing to give up what you want and expect to wholeheartedly give yourself to Jesus?