Crazy for Christmas…

The countdown to craziness has begun.

We’ll run ourselves ragged, caught in a commercial blizzard.

Shopping, even when we may not have the money

Sending Christmas cards, perhaps to people we think of rarely but their name remains on the holiday label list.

Waiting on long lines at the post office in a frenzied cloud of crankiness.

Baking umpteen types of cookies.

Worrying about dinner round a holiday table with that least favorite relative.

Busy, busy, busy…run, run, run.

And where are we going anyway?

Christmas is not about us, and creating the picture-perfect Hallmark card holiday. {And I am not here making a case against celebrating this warm and lovely time of year.}

The reason for the season is Him. And receiving His love into a heart hushed.

Jesus Christ who left Heaven to take up residence with heathens.

Jesus Christ who lead an obscure life as a carpenter.

Jesus Christ who hung on a tree, wrapping the greatest gift ever in blood red ribbons.

He is the gift, wrapped in swaddling clothes.

He is the why we should be celebrating the most wonderful time of the year.

He is the present, the past and our future should we choose to receive the gift.

And He gave everything to us simply because He loves us like crazy, and everyday is Christmas.

First Christmas was simple and silent.

Teenagers in love with God and each other and a new born Son, under a starry sky with animals lowing softly.

So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.

And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
Luke 2:4-12

No jingle bells that night. Just choirs of angels singing Gloria…

No midnight madness shopping sprees. Rather midnight stillness and shepherds in awe…

No stuffing oneself silly while so many neighbors near and far lack even basic necessities. Instead stuffing a manger with fresh hay for the newborn King who promises to supply all our needs…

Holidays now spin out of control and maybe we don’t even stop to think about what are we doing, too distracted by the matrix that is anything but merry.

And aren’t you tired of the fuss and frivolity, the hype and the hoopla surrounding that Holy Night?

Me too…

We are called to be His hands and feet, offering gifts of ourselves at Christmas and all year through — no matter how big or small — to bless another.


Christmas  is about less being more.

Less decorations and fewer lights. More shining our little lights…

Just one batch, or two, of Christmas cookies. More tasting and seeing that He is good and sharing those tastings freely…

Small, meaningful gifts from the heart to each other, and our nearest and dearest.

With money for greater gifts to those who need it more.

Less going crazy trying to keep our heads above a sea of self-imposed stress, and more bringing our hearts in line with His.


And in wild abandon letting go of traditions for tradition’s sake and embracing a newness of life that calls for us to radically love our neighbor as ourselves.

Gifting Jesus when we do.

For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’

“Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’

“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
Matthew 35-40

Because after all it is His birthday…



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5 thoughts on “Crazy for Christmas…

  1. It is HIS birthday! I pray more will celebrate that this year than the material things.

    I shared in my monthly Newsletter that my spouse and I have decided to Not sent traditional Christmas cards this year. Instead, we are sending a letter telling people what Christmas means to us- Birth of our Savior and who Jesus is to us personally. We pray it touches those who read it.

    God bless you both! Merry Christmas.

    • I love your idea of the Christmas letter about Him and who He is and what that means in your life. Were you thinking perhaps of sharing the letter as a blog post? I’d love to read it! Merry Blessed Christmas to you and yours…

      • I hadn’t really thought of using it as a blog post. I’ll have to pray about it and talk to my spouse as it’s personal about both of us.

        Merry CHRISTmas!

  2. I sure am ‘over it’! But I love the perspective you have here: “No midnight madness shopping sprees. Rather midnight stillness and shepherds in awe…” May we all take on this reverence for what has been done – what we’re really celebrating. And rest. And give out of what we have. Blessings to you Sheila!