Sunday, December 13, 2015

Sunday's Thought

I have to admit, I was hoping to be thinking less about my parents and how much I miss them by this Christmas season. Though, really, it is only the second one.  Maybe I am expecting too much.

Now, I'm not depressed or anything like that- I'm a very happy guy but having retired and moved close to where I grew up has brought back many fond memories, especially at Christmas.

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Christmas was always a fun time growing up.  My mother loved to find gifts for everyone on her list.  She would pay attention to what the friend or family member liked or wanted throughout the year.  As it got closer to Christmas, she would get that for them- provided it wasn't that expensive.  Many times, she and Dad would be traveling and she'd find something at a craft show which was the perfect gift for someone.

While Dad would help Mom with the gift buying and decorating, he was more into the music of the season. He prepared the church music for each week as well as the Christmas Cantata.  If he had a solo in the Cantata, you knew it, and so did the neighbors around the world, as he would practice it over and over and over.  And did I say over and over and over?
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Dad would take a few minutes from his singing and take us to the Manassas Christmas Parade.  Every year, it was a time to enjoy community and Christmas and freeze ourselves to almost hypothermia levels, or so it seemed, to watch fire trucks, ambulances, school bands and the rest got through town until finally Santa arrived. He loved taking my brother and I to this.  

To me, these were the blessings of Christmas, the simple joys my family celebrated Christmas.

One thing always stood out though and very strong.  Jesus is the reason for the season.  Jesus is Born.  His Birth.  His coming to earth to become man.  To show us He understands- He loves us- wants us to have eternal life with Him- remember that.

My parents never let all the glitter, glamour, and definitely not the "gimme" of the season be the forefront of Christmas.  We celebrated Christ's Birth.  I'll never forget the first Christmas that fell on a Sunday.  We had to go to church, then, come home and open our presents.  Know how hard that was for two little boys.  As we grew older, we understand a bit better.  Yes, we had fun decorating, surprising each other and friends with special gifts and enjoying the events of season, like the Manassas Christmas Parade.  Yet, we knew and never forgot, it was "The Birthday of a King!"  Jesus is Born.

Following Christ and following Jesus is the most important decision you will ever make.  If you would like to know more about Jesus Christ, His Love for you and Eternal Life, please visit, Peace With God.
 
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