I think there are moments where I, too, see Christmas as one more day where I am free to pursue that elusive personal happiness. Anticipation answered by awe, A beacon of promise, this star that I saw. My mom, sisters, our children and myself decorate the inside of the house. I hope you feel the love of Christ this Christmas season! Latin American countries are especially passionate about Christmas. On that specific night, there were some troubling things happening in my house with my mom, and I was scared.
Several years ago, I took my family to the Smokey Mountains over the Christmas holidays. They spend the day and sharing their new gifts and toys that Santa Claus brought for each of them. We looked at the Child, and saw in His eyes A truth far deeper than we could ever surmise. To isolate means to be alone and apart from others. The hope of the world, the coming of Him Who prophets foretold, victories to win, A kingdom to come, world without end, The One over all, whom God would send. He certainly doesn't have a solution with any long term chance of actually solving anything. He, my brother-in-laws and my husband start with the decorations for the outside of the house and the front yard.
But in the end what I really want is not more toys and gifts and not even, really, a break in work, or a birthday celebration for God. I knew from long years where stars ought to be As they crossed the sky from sea to sea. This is an important expression of love, as Christmas is about love, faith and hope. Yet as we looked, the light seemed to fade. Those eyes reached back to eternity And reached to the heart of my friends and me.
Not too long ago, I received a Christmas card that showed a picture of a young boy with unwrapped gifts all around him — almost overwhelmed with all the presents. My heart skipped a beat, or two or three. The stores are so beautifully decorated and very festive. I too had my own experience that shaped me. That is what Christmas means to me.
Christmas means to me my love Christmas means to me my love Christmas means to me. My parents did that for me while I was growing up. We all have a favorite one that we each put on the tree. Celebrating the Good News with you of this season! Myrrh was the fragrance more precious than all, A lifetime of earnings, spent for the call. All we had could never replace Or compare to the privilege of seeing this One, The Hope of the ages, the God-man Son.
I must admit the thought of spending too much money hardly comes to mind. Not a hand without skin that was wrote in the book. According to Lillie Leonardi's article in the Huffington Post, the meaning of Christmas is a menagerie of memories, sentiments and experiences. For instance, on Christmas morning, Leonardi and her family have a birthday party for Jesus, complete with a rendition of a birthday song and a birthday cake. Some say it was brighter, to me it was tall. We not only speak but live out his promises, or should.
Christ must return as king on a great white horse and turn all the wrongs of this world right, he must bring justice and eliminate poverty, bring life to the dying and health to the sick. Merry Christmas to you, Carly and all your readers, and happy birthday, Jesus! A virgin conceived, carried the child and gave birth to God himself, come to show us that he cared, come to usher in his own kingdom. He makes a transition between total isolation to starting to become less detached from humanity throughout the first 3 staves. Imagine the way you look when Christmas morn is finally here, with shiny gifts in shiny gift paper, teasing of the gifts they bear. There was no doubt, this star was the one Foretold by the prophet announcing the Son. This is what Christmas means to me: that for people like me and Phil, people like you, people like my family, my pastor, the homeless guy on the street, for war refugees and soldiers, for despots and kings and benevolent dictators, for shepherds and farmers and postal workers and machinists and grocery clerks, that for all of us, each and every one, there is a reason to hope and a promise of impending peace. That was the only ornament put on my tree that year.
I remember feeling like my head was laying on the lap of Jesus as he was comforting me. He was tired, and his fatigue didn't come from being a checker at Safeway, or from another lousy Christmas, but from the fact that he remains in this world, the burden that is breathing. But at Christmas he changed everything. He had a terrible experience; he had felt what it was like to be poor, to have no hope for the future and worked long hours in a dirty factory. This usually comes from giving and serving. For Phil, Christmas means a night with a momentary respite from pain, a night when he can get hammered and feel nothing, or maybe even feel good for a few hours.