The Beginning and the End


I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.  Revelation 22:13

This Christmas Eve finds me celebrating with my 14-year old daughter.  And it’s hard.

Christmas has always meant family to me.  From the time I was little, when there were huge family gatherings of aunts and uncles, grandparents, what seemed line an endless array of cousins that got together each and every year - to Christmases with my own four children, my sister and her family, my brother and his family and my mom and dad - to the reality of now, I’m seeing I’ve been viewing Christmas through the wrong lens.

That’s not to say family isn’t important.

But what do you have left when, for whatever reason, family is gone?

How do you celebrate a family holiday alone?

Christmas has had to take on a new meaning for me this year.  The family members?  The gift exchanges? The huge family dinner with scads of kids clambering for more pie and joyfully catching up on the past year?

That’s in the past now.

So - what is left?

The real reason for Christmas - even if it’s date isn’t accurate as the exact birth of Christ - remains the same.

And this year it becomes my focus. And it has taken a multitude of trials to get me to this place.

My oldest son said pointedly to me that while he could in no way celebrate the emptiness of his shattered family, he could still celebrate the reason for Christmas.

That - I can do.

Whether I am alone or surrounded by many, the reason for this day remains the same.  Oh, I enjoyed the trappings of Christmas.  But that is what they became for me.  Traps.  Traps that kept me from remembering that this season is not about me or my family or presents or turkey dinners.  Not really.  And it’s not about presents, and Santa, and all the good company in the world.

It’s about a baby.

A baby born in dirty, no doubt smelly surroundings.  A baby bone under a lone star that shone in the east.  A baby whose birth was announced to the outcasts of society - the humble shepherds, announcing that the Chief Shepherd had finally entered this sin-filled world and would one day set us free from sin.

So today, while I suffer the effects of sin in this world - my own and others - I can rejoice that my God is finally come. 

Just me and my daughter here for Christmas?

By no means.

Me - my daughter - and the Lord of the Universe.

We couldn’t be in better company as our slightly out of tune voices sing the song that best epitomizes Christmas for me. (Also below)

Isaiah said it best:

"Therefore, the Lord himself will give you a sign.  Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel” (which means “God with us.”)

I couldn’t ask for a better gift right now than God being with me.

And if, perchance, you are alone this day, have hope.

He has come to be with you, too.

All you need do is answer the door and He will come in.

Not just for today - but for everyday of your life from now until eternity.

Come, Lord Jesus, come.

“Behold, I stand at the door and knock.  If anyone should hear My voice and open the door, then I will come in to him and will dine with him, and he with Me.  Revelation 3:20

He who testifies to these things says, “Yes, I am coming quickly.”  Amen.  Come, Lord Jesus. Revelation 22:20

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