This
past week as a part of my sermon I delivered a monologue on the biblical
character, Simeon. Preparation required
hours of getting costume material and working out the final details for the
presentation. In doing so, I found myself calling upon my wife often. The last call came Saturday evening after she
had retired for the night. I walked into
the bedroom woke her up and proceeded to ask, “Where did you place the gray
hairspray for the wig?” Needless to say she was not at all thrilled that I had
interrupted her sleep.” However, she graciously crawled out of bed and helped
me find the misplaced item. It was underneath the driver’s seat in the car. How
it got there only God knows. Heading to church Sunday morning we discussed the
subject of my disturbing her sleep. She has never been one to mince with words,
so I braced myself for the lecture. “When you do something special like this at
church it becomes all about you. It doesn’t
matter that you inconvenience others in the process.” I laughed while all the
time knowing she had nailed me. There was no use arguing with the truth; the
only thing that seemed appropriate was my apology. As I thought about the situation it caused me
to ask, “Is Christmas, the birthday of Christ about us?” I read about one little boy celebrating his
birthday. Among his presents was the gift of a dollar bill. He immediately
began to make plans to invest in an ice cream sundae with all the trimmings.
The party guests were a somewhat pious group, and someone suggested that he
give part of the dollar to the poor. “I thought of that,” admitted the birthday
boy, “but I think I’ll give it to the ice cream man instead and let him give it
to the poor.” I read of another who wrote, “Dear Santa, I’m not going to ask for
a lot. Here’s my list: The Etch-A-Sketch
animator, 2 packs of #2 pencils, Crayola fat markers and the big gift…my own
color TV! Well, maybe you could drop the pencils; I don’t want to be really
selfish.” While many tend to focus
inwardly upon themselves, it could be said that Christmas by definition is an
oxymoron. In one sense of the word this
highly celebrated event is and should be all about Christ—His coming to earth
in human flesh. On the other hand when we read the writings of Isaiah we learn
Christmas is also about us. “Unto you a
child is born, a son is given… Behold a virgin shall conceive and shall bring
forth a newborn son and shall call His name Immanuel—(meaning God with us). In
essence we are to worship the Messiah who has come to give us abundant life.
Yet in doing so we cannot forget that had it not been for sinful needy humanity,
He would never have come. I guess that
means Christmas is really about us!
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