Christmas is dear to me for many reasons. But overwhelmingly, it comes as a joy-filled reminder of the gift we have been given in Jesus and all those who faithfully pointed me to Him. Reflecting causes me to be deeply grateful to every single person who not only told me about the Lord, but helped me see why trusting Him matters… especially my parents and family. It can be so easy to take someone’s love for your soul for granted. I’m just sorry I didn’t recognize and value their intentions sooner.
Like the Shepherds in the field that starry night long ago who had heard about the arrival of the Messiah, I too needed to come to Him, comprehend His glory, and open my heart to living life with Him. It took some time – years where I missed the gift of salvation He offers – but finally all the efforts of those who pointed me to Jesus, reaped a harvest.
As a mother and now grandmother, I have become increasingly nostalgic; fondly recalling family gatherings, carols, the festive (now vintage) decor, candlelight church services, fresh-cut greens, and the countless seeds that were planted in my heart through every simple act of celebration. Knowing Jesus as your Savior offers a constant reason to rejoice.
I share all this as a reminder that the seemingly small things we do can be enormously weighty. Traditions vary from home to home, but the seeds we plant in the lives of others matter (especially in our children and grandchildren). Involving them in Christmas traditions such as pageants (if your church happens to offer them), caroling, trimming the tree, reading the Nativity story Christmas morning, decking the halls, baking cookies for the neighbors, and giving for the joy of giving; can make a lasting impression and (prayerfully) an eternal impact. Growing up, it was a tradition in my family to place a Nativity set on the fireplace hearth or under the Christmas tree each year as a reminder that Jesus is the greatest gift of all. It’s amazing how the simple act of placing the truth of Christmas in the hands of a child can leave an indelible mark.
It is not about all the fluff, I know. Jesus was born in a stable. Yet there is something deeply endearing about the traditions that happen in honor of the Christ child, the night of His birth, angels rejoicing, and the absolute wonder of it all.
I, for one, am thankful my parents did well in making Christmas merry. As I wrote in The Season I Love…
It was Christmastime that paved the way
For Jesus in my heart
Mom and Dad made sure we kept Him first
That was the sweetest part
And the reason for the season I love
Most people (I believe) hope others will be influenced for eternity through their efforts. I share my little story to say, “It certainly mattered to me.” May God use you, your gifts, every cherished tradition, and love poured out, to point hearts to Jesus this Christmas and always.
