Christmas holds some of my greatest memories. I remember everyone getting together for the holidays and having a ball with the entire family at my Grandparent’s home and Aunt Ginny’s farm. I remember falling asleep in the car and having my Dad carry me to my bed. I remember all those who have passed away and who I look forward to seeing again. I remember the cold weather in Michigan, snow, sledding, deer hunting, turkey dinners, favorite recipes and a lot of love. I really don’t remember the hard times or any pain. I guess I have a lot for which to be thankful… and I am.
What I really want to remember is that this is the day we celebrate the greatest miracle of human history. I know some people think it’s just a nice story or a myth, but I believe in the real incarnation of the Creator into human form; the manger, the shepherds, the angels and the birth of the Savior of mankind. Yep, I believe it all and have built my life on the veracity of this story and God’s claim on my life.
I have a friend, who says he used to believe all this but now doesn’t. He is sick of people like me who are so locked in to worrying about what “God says” in the Bible and how we want everyone else to live. Well, I think what he is really sick of is being reminded of what God wants from him. I remember what God says about his love for us. But for my dear friend, it is just too “Fantastical.” I wish he would remember when he believed.
At Christmas, I remember my childhood and how simple life was then. I remember my country and how great it was to be an American. I remember my friends, my school days and my church. I remember it all. I remember what God has done for me and I am grateful. Thank you, dear Lord. I remember you!