There’s something I’ve been thinking about lately… What does Christmas mean to me?
Christmas, as you know is the time of year that we celebrate Christ’s birth. It’s a time to stop and consider the fact that God sent his one and only Son to live a whole lifetime as a human on this planet of ours. I don’t know about you, but, after just my short 27 years, I know that can be a steep sentence at times. Think about it: Jesus had to go through teething as a baby, growing pains as a pre-teen, puberty as a teenager. Then he had to figure out adulthood! I’m pretty sure that most of us are still working on that one.
Jesus knew what He was in for, but He still did it. Because one day, His life would save all of ours.
As you spend this weekend with your family, remember that Christmas isn’t all about the lights and gifts and the tree and all the stuff. It’s about the love. The love God had for us when He sent His Son. The love we have for our friends and families. The love we should have for others. And take the time to spread that love. Get off your phone and spend time with the people you care about. Snuggle up by the fire with your special someone. Turn off the Christmas TV specials, put down the wrapping paper, and actually be with the people you love. Because, at the end of the day, it’s not about what you have; it’s about who you have.
Remember that, even though Christmas only comes once a year, we should keep the spirit of Christmas within us all year long.
Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it’s Christmas.