I feel lost this Christmas. I watch as my peers leave to go home for Christmas. Yes, I, too, will be home for Christmas, but it feels different. I live only 23 minutes away. I work a normal schedule (with the exception of Christmas Eve...which I get off at 1:00), but everything will remain the same. I don't feel like Christmas is really here. What does Christmas mean anyway? I know apart from the trimmings, the lights, and the ornaments, that Christmas means a much more than wrapped presents. It means that our Savior was born. That our loving Father in Heaven gave us His precious son so that we may return home.
What a marvelous gift! I feel so selfish in so many different ways. How often do I really remember the precious love my Savior offers me? How do I share that love with those around me? Why can't I seem to grasp the spirit of Christmas this year? Why does it feel so shallow? Where is the magic of Christmas that I once felt? I hate this, but I keep thinking that this Christmas doesn't have to be special. It doesn't have to be magical, or filled with beauty and wonder as many Christmases that have come and gone have been. I can just let it happen, and move on. No! Each and every Christmas should be special in one way or another.
I suppose I have work to do. Starting at this very moment. "Mets-toi au travail et constuis!" (translation: Put youself to work and build! Name the scripture..) That shall be my goal. Not only for this week, but for the weeks to come. The spirit of Christmas should be celebrated and cultivated year round, not only for the month of December. Imagine a world full of the spirit and light of Christ every day of the year. Perhaps this is a time to recommit myself to my Savior and to do better.
Joyeux Noel!
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