This time of the year is very special to me. It’s a Swedish tradition to celebrate Advent and thus await Christmas. This candle holder has been with me for more than thirty years. It was given to me by a friend shortly before she was killed in an automobile accident. I met one of her daughter while I was in Sweden last month. It was precious to her that I had kept it all these years and that I use it every year. I just have to change the candles and I need new ones this year.
My neighbor across the street decorated for Christmas yesterday. She went all out, trying to keep up with another neighbor. I told her she was decorating for me, because I’m the one that gets to enjoy the lights every time I look out the window.
This morning Santa had fallen.
Later the tree had to be moved because the wind was blowing hard. Those decorations didn’t last long. We used to put up Christmas lights. That’s a memory from the past. I loved to decorate but now it seems of little use, just for myself. I’ve put up a few things, but it’s not like before.
It’s difficult to reach old age. My body is not cooperating with my spirit. It’s like that Santa on the top picture, strong and vigorous. And now I’m lying flat on my face, like on the second picture. No, that’s not true! My spirit is young.
I’m kind of glad Santa fell on his face. I don’t like all the Santa hype. Jesus gets lost in the celebrations that are to honor him.
When I light this first candle, awaiting the celebration of Jesus birth, I want to meditate on the great wonder that God was willing to be one of us to open the way to heaven for us.
This Christmas, let’s not get wrapped up in the hype of commercialism and other “isms”… Let’s be intentional in celebrating Jesus.
“Tu dejaste tu trono y corona por mi al venir a Belen a nacer…” I’m remembering one of my favorite Christmas songs from my years in Peru, about Jesus that left his throne and his kingly crown when he came to be born in Bethlehem, and that there was no room for him. I love the refrain:
Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
There is room in my heart for You;
Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus, come,
There is room in my heart for You.
I wish that my heart was in constant “Advent,” always looking unto Jesus. He is so precious, so glorious. My heart overflows with love. Words are not enough. He will have to read my heart!
May this Advent season bring us closer to Jesus. Let’s not worry about keeping up with the Jones’ and the Anderson’s and whoever. Let’s break free from the bond of commercialism and let Jesus fill us with his joy.
Lets’ always have room in our hearts for Jesus!