Are you almost exhausted getting ready for Christmas? I am!
There just seems too much to do. There are too many places to go. There are just too many demands on our time and the clock keeps on ticking. A lady once told me, “the clock is just going too fast.”
With a granddaughter who has a birthday before Christmas compounded with the fact that she is in college, Ann and I find ourselves going in a circle. I have to check with the calendar on a daily basis to make sure I go where I am supposed to go and that I have done the preparation for the meeting or party or whatever the day calls for.
Sometimes I would like very much to go back to the years when the schedule was not hectic at all. I have fond memories of the Christmas plays done at school that told the story of Christmas. My fondest memories are the activities at the little country church that told and re-told the Christmas story. Somehow the story never got old. I enjoyed the simple celebration of Christmas at home with families. There were few presents but we absolutely loved every one of them. My sister reminded me of the fruit placed under the Christmas tree which we loved. My children and grandchildren would surely have rolled their eyes if they had received fruit under the tree. They never knew days when toys were scarce.
While in a department store recently I was looking at the beautiful decorations, Christmas trees loaded with all sorts of lights and “Happy Holidays,” written in many ways. As I looked around, I soon discovered that nothing I saw really had a Christmas theme that told the real story of Christmas. We may have observed the holiday in such a way that we have truly lost the real meaning of Christmas. We keep ourselves so busy that we just might let Christmas come and go without realizing the birthday that we should observe. After all, Christmas is a Christian holiday. The following story sent to me by at least two people from the internet tells the story better that I can. I hope you enjoy it.
A woman was out Christmas shopping with her two children. After many hours of looking at row after row of toys and everything else imaginable and after hours of hearing both her children asking for everything they saw on those many shelves, she finally made it to the elevator.
She was feeling what so many of us feel during the holiday season time of the year – overwhelming pressure to go to every party, every housewarming, taste all the holiday food and treats, get that perfect gift for every single person on our shopping list and make sure we don’t forget anyone on our card list.
Finally the elevator doors opened and there was already a crowd in the car. She pushed her way into the car and dragged her two kids in with her and all the bags of stuff. When the doors closed, she couldn’t take it anymore and she stated, “Whoever started this whole Christmas thing should be found, strung up and shot.”
From the back of the car, everyone heard a quiet, calm voice respond, “Don’t worry, we already crucified Him.”
For the rest of the trip down in the elevator, it was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.
This year, don’t forget to keep “the One who started this whole Christmas thing” in your every thought, deed, purchase and word. If we all did it, just think of how different this whole world would be.
“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son; that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”
Billy McCord is a retired school administrator of DeSoto County Schools and an Elder in the United Methodist Church. He is Pastor of Shady Grove UM Church in Calhoun County and is President of the Calhoun County School Board . Contact him at P.O. Box 337, Bruce, MS 38915 or firstname.lastname@example.org.