I’m sure Max Lucado is an avid reader of my blog so I must apologize to him up front … I have a confession to make. I absolutely loved your first two books, “God Came Near” and “No Wonder They Call Him the Savior,” but after those two all your other books paled in comparison. Sorry.
Actually in Max’s book “God Came Near” there is a chapter called “Christmas Night” that has always pulled at my heart strings at this time of year. Every year this special chapter is unpacked with our Christmas stuff and placed on the refrigerator or somewhere close in our home. I’m then reminded by this story just how special this time of year is. Here’s how the chapter goes …
IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME. A time for Christmas cards, stockings, tinsel, and that smell of fresh cut Christmas trees. Spiced tea. Cranberry sauce. A time when you will eat until you’re sick, and then some way, work in dessert. A time when old, dusty Christmas records are gotten out for one more year’s use. A time when you will hear, over and over, Frosty the Snowman, White Christmas, and Silent Night.
IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME. A time when lots of last minute trips are made to the store. A time when kids and grand-kids will rip open the packages you spent hours wrapping. A time when giving is more fun than getting. “Thank you so much.” “You shouldn’t have!” Knee-deep in wrapping paper. “It fits great.” Flashing cameras. “Don’t throw away any of those bows.” It’s the time for families, visiting, playing games, and being kind.
IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME. A time when the world is so different, you have to stop and ask, “Why, why the sudden change?” It’s because it’s the time when the world stops to think of Jesus. Those who pass through the year without seeing Him, suddenly see Him. All of a sudden He’s everywhere. For just a while Christ will be the Lord to people everywhere, and then, like the rest of the Christmas things, He will be packed away until next year.
IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME. But in just a little while lights will come down, trees will be thrown out. Size 36 will be exchanged for size 40, wrapping paper will go on sale for half price. Soon life will be normal again. December’s generosity will turn into January’s payments and the magic will soon fade.
BUT IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME. And for a moment the magic is still in the air. And for a moment the forgotten Christ is still remembered. And for a moment I stop to pray, that those who briefly behold Him now, will also look for Him in July. And for a moment I can’t help but think: If He can do so much with such a self-centered world in December, how much more could He do if He was thought of every day of the year?
I love this time of year, don’t you?