(Caution: The secret identity of Santa Claus may be revealed in this blog!)
Christmastime is wonderful for little children – decorating the tree, taping on cotton ball Santa beards, posing for photos and telling Santa what you want for Christmas; it’s magical. However, as parents, we know there is a lot that can go wrong.
What if every store from Ohio to Minnesota sold out of the only item on one child’s list, and the other child has a list a mile long! What if the budget meets their needs, but their wants far outweigh those needs? As parents we must decide how best to handle these situations, so that everyone feels loved and happy on Christmas morning.
I recall one Christmas when Brian and I were walking such a tightrope. We held our breath as the boys walked into the living room and saw their gifts beautifully arranged in front of the tree (in two separate but equal displays), and one boy exclaimed continue reading here
Gloria in excelsis deo! We sing it every year at Christmas – Glory, in the highest to God — and our words proclaim to God the most exalted honor, adoration, praise and thanksgiving!
However, do our hearts align with our words? Do we really praise and adore God when life is hard? Do we give Him thanksgiving and the highest honor no matter our circumstances? Or do we merely sing the words. When life is good, the words reflect our praise. When we are suffering, do we truly mean what we sing?
When Alzheimer’s has robbed a loved one of understanding and mobility. Do you mean it?
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“I don’t feel very Christmassy this year.”
“I’m just not into it.”
“Where has all the magic gone?”
“Why can’t I feel the excitement like I did when I was a child?”
How many times have you heard something like that this year? How often have you read more here
There was nothing unusual about her, she wasn’t much older than my own children and we exchanged smiles as Brian and I moved into the empty seats next to her. She didn’t sing during worship, but not everyone does. She shook my hand when we exchanged “Merry Christmas” greetings with our neighbors.
Then, the pastor started his sermon, “Christmas! The most wonderful time of the year… except when it isn’t” and she started to cry. Things weren’t wonderful continue here