Lord Jesus, I come to you today
with not much to give, but if I may
I ask that you accept my heart
to do Your will and do my part
to spread the Joy and Peace and Love
that I receive from God above
throughout the year in every way
not only on this Christmas Day
My gift to You is what I do
to try to help somebody change their view
about the wonder of Your Truth, Your Light
Your Peace, Your Joy, Your Love, Your Might
Your greatest gift – that of Salvation
I wish for every man, each nation
And Life to live… Eternally
Because You died, Lord,… but first, You were born for me.
When the Christmas bells are ringing and the choirs are singing, I’m always left wondering why we have to wait a whole year to truly celebrate the life of special people?
I, for one, believe that just as I thank HIM for dying for me each day, I thank God for sending His only Son every day.
For many believers (and non-believers) the 24th or the 25th of December is THE day… Or not. 😕
Many believers are confronted by others with issues such as pagan festivities and dates and times and seasons and why this couldn’t have happened then and why that couldn’t have been… how a year is not really so many days and how even the days of the week are one too many or two too few (I could do with another weekend day 😀 )
For me it’s as simple as this: Not WHEN He was born, but THAT He was born.
So yes, it makes life a little less complex to set a date for celebration. But it might as well have been the 25th of July. Or the 28th of October. Dates that mean (another kind of) the world to me. Special dates that happen to be birthdays of loved ones. The point is that those loved ones happen to BE or have been in my life.
If I cannot truly celebrate my salvation every single day of my life – what is the point of celebrating HIS birthday on what happens to be the 25th of December?
If I can’t be thankful (and therefor celebrate) each and every loved one’s existence every single day that I am blessed to share my life with, what use would it be for me to throw them a party on what happens to be their birthday?
I know I can’t cook the turkey all year round (jinne julle, daai’s darem ‘n lelike voël as ek al ooit een gesien het! 😯 ) ; no reason to stuff my face with stuffing every day 🙄 , the more kaggelkakkies I put up with right through the year, the more dusting I’ll have to do and the more I douse everything with brandy custard, the more hangover cures I’ll have to endure 😳 – so the 25th of December is as great a day for me as any.
To be able to have, if nothing else, this ONE thing in common with millions of people all over the world on this special day. Celebrating a special occasion. THE most special occasions of all… (seeing you have to be born to be able to die, 🙄 ja?).
You may say that “many of those people don’t know neither do they care about the real meaning and the true message behind it all”. That “many of those people don’t do it for the right reason. Many of those people…”
and you may take a deep breath and realize: you’ve got it all wrong. Realize that it really is not about ‘those people’. It’s about Him… and about you.
If I celebrate my daughter’s birthday with her, she will remember what I gave her, what I said and the sharing of emotion we had. Neither her father’s nor her brother’s nor her cousins’ or friends’ way of partaking will change ANYTHING about what WE share and HOW we share it – she and I. And between US, NOTHING and NOBODY can make or break that connection) – and often I find myself staring at the Love of my life, or one of my children thinking: “Thank God for your existence!” – which ultimately simply boils down to “Happy birthday” – for each new day is another new birthday, (sort of), ja?
If you don’t believe me – ask anyone who has lost a loved one in the blink of an eye. Whose loved one’s birthday it was on the 12 of June, who happened to pass away in November… if they had the option, they’d wish for their loved one to have stayed in order for them to celebrate that life, one more day, each and every day…
So I can’t give Him any gifts – except my heart – and the only way to do that is to give to those around me , that which He gifted me with –
my talents, my generosity, my patience, my kindness, my caring and my love.
It’s not what you give HIM on this one day – it’s what you give others every day of the year that allows for this one day to be celebrated,
to rejoice, reflect and remember what you’re really here for: To serve and praise HIM in all the ways and with all the means at your disposal.
So without further ado, I wish YOU, my Lord and Saviour, who, because you died for me, first had to be born for me:
I give You my heart (again) this year, Lord – I know you have great use for it 😉
Geseënde Kersfees, Allerm♥♥istes!!