Even as a person who needs my introverted “alone time,” I really do enjoy the family thing during Christmas. It’s seriously the way we should be living the rest of the year: in community, the lives of others rubbing up against our own, experiencing sarcasm, true service, exaggerated stories, harsh reality, fits of laughing, comparing ourselves to others, hurt feelings, joy, etc. It is beautiful when the facades of our lives start to rub off and we begin getting real with one another.
We often rely on Christmas to do honorable things it wasn’t intended to do: stock us up on socks, help us make others happy, and catch up on family crazy stories. Rely is a tough word. In this instance it has quite a negative connotation. Perhaps we can agree that we often use Christmas and other holidays as a huge crutch for important relationships and living our lives amongst others.
Let us make the celebration of a baby Savior more meaningful by not allowing this sobering celebration to become our catch-all.
The sobering truth of Christmas is this: a baby was born to die as Savior. It is not happy, but it certainly is joyful. It is not to be relied upon for ourselves, but rather a celebration for the God who wants us to take note of the brutal beauty of this child and wonder what it all means!
Then, in awe, humility, and without hesitation we might truly ask….
“What child is this?”