It is just two days to Christmas and Jonathan and Jane are all excited, already counting the gifts they are expecting to receive. Facebook is experiencing an overload of posts on Christmas parties, holiday greetings and photos of the exchanging of gifts. Malls are crowded with Christmas shoppers as they rush to complete their lists of presents.
I have no gifts to give. The rush of events and the grind of daily routine find me without any gifts to give anyone. In the past, I would have something special for at least some people and, in good times, I had something for most everyone. This year, nada!
I am feeling bad, sad that I have no gifts to bring. It is turning out to be a rather melancholic Christmas. A humbling feeling as well. All I have to give this year are hugs and kisses. The gift of myself. Is my self good enough to give? Will the people I will be giving my self to find it good enough for the keeping and the enjoying? It will be a humble and simple Christmas for me.
The first Christmas was humble. It was in a stable, because there was no room in the inn. It was very simple. Just a family, some shepherds and the animals. A far cry from the lavish Christmas parties today. People waiting for the Messiah must have been dumbfounded to see in the child in the manger the promised savior of the world.
God is gracious and He gives gifts to His people. The name ‘John’ means exactly that – God is gracious. And when He gives gifts and blessings, they are in the form of the persons that we are and the life that we enjoy. May I find the true and real meaning of Christmas in the humility an simplicity of the first Christmas