Written by Faye L.
A little, dark stable cave, lowly and full of pungent, animal smells. A peasant girl of Nazareth, lulling her infant to sleep. A calloused, plain carpenter, struck with awe over this little babe and the young mother. Such a strange beginning for God’s own Son! And yet, the brightest star of all shone above this cave and its residents, shouting out to the world, “O come, let us adore Him!”
Who am I? I am the day of celebration. Celebration of and to a King. I am the day of light, the most beautiful song in the universe. I am the day on which the humble remember and the faithful worship.
And, oh! How the darkness hates me! But I do not fear, for I know my Light is far greater.
Who am I? I am the season of richest joy and contented love. I am the melody of thanksgiving. I am the time of caroling and praise. I am the season of family gatherings, outings with dear friends, and the unending gift of excitement and laughter. I hold the present of peace and remind the hurting that there can be hope. I am the season of giving. I am the spirit that can last all year… if you will let me.
And yet, once more you ask, who I am? I am the season that invites indescribable comfort and joy into both hearts and homes. I offer hot chocolate to melt the cold of winter away. I am the season lights are strung, where garlands trace neighborhood fences, and pine needles trail the living room floor. I am the season where beauty flits about and snowflakes are said to eloquently dance their midnight ballet.
But, oh, I would be nothing- non-existent and replaced by darkness- if God hadn’t kept His generational promise. But He did! Jesus was born. He was sent on a rescue mission…and He completed it. Oh, I am the day that celebrates not only a birth, but those painful, glorious words: “It. Is. FINISHED.”
And now, though not at all worthy, I join God’s star of Bethlehem in its rejoicing, and as it did long, long ago, I shout out to the world on December 25th, “O come, let us adore Him!”
I am the day of celebration.
I am Christmas.