Christmas

Oddly enough, I’ve been thinking a lot about Christmas this Christmas season, especially the meaning of it and all of that cliché stuff. I’ve seen a lot of Christmas movies in the past few days with great messages. In The Grinch, the Grinch is horribly mistreated as a child and becomes bitter and lonesome, but is loved and accepted by Miss Cindy Lou Who. In A Charlie Brown Christmas, Charlie Brown is characteristically depressed and searches for the true meaning of Christmas. And then there are all of those Halmark movies that focus on a girl finding her true love at Christmas time. It seems to me that film and cinema have a bit of a differing opinion on the real meaning of Christmas.

On another note, there’s a Justin Bieber song that I heard on Michael Bublé’s Christmas special on NBC. When I heard it, I fell in love. I’m not a huge Justin Bieber fan, in all honesty – a lot of his music is actually pretty annoying – but this song just made me want to grab my ukulele and sing along! I started learning the song so I could perform it at our choir’s Christmas concert, and I discovered… well… here, read the lyrics to the bridge.

Aye, love, the Wise Men followed a star, the way I followed my heart, and it led me to a miracle.

He’s saying following his heart to his girlfriend is as miraculous as the Magi following the star to find the baby Jesus. This irks me. No person is as miraculous as the birth of Jesus. Justin Bieber’s girlfriend isn’t even comprable to the miracle of Jesus. It’s a cute song, but Christmas is not about your girlfriend; it’s about Jesus.

After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the time of King Herod, Magi from the east came to Jerusalem and asked, “Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star in the east and have come to worship him.” Matthew 2:1-2

Changing subjects again, I have a friend whose family doesn’t play along with the whole Santa thing. I was extremely confused when I first heard this. I mean, how could you not have Santa!? That’s what Christmas is all about!

Except, that’s not what Christmas is all about. Christmas, hence the name, is all about Christ, like I said before. I spend so much time correcting people like lunch ladies and Justin Bieber when they miss out on the real meaning of Christmas, and then I find myself doing the exact same thing!

Christmas isn’t about the presents under the tree, or the stocking stuffers. Christmas isn’t about cookies and milk for Santa or carrots for his reindeer. Christmas isn’t even about spending time with family or accepting people for who they are. Christmas is first and foremost about Christ. Yah, all of the shopping is great. Getting presents on Christmas morning is wonderful. Even giving presents to others is amazing, but if you’re not giving those gifts in order to glorify Christ, then you’re missing the point.

… they went on their way, and the star they had seen in the east went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold and of incense and of myrrh. Matthew 2:9-11

Do everything you do to the glory of the One who made you.

The real meaning of Christmas is Christ. 

2 thoughts on “Christmas

  1. Joisey Joyce says:

    You have explained the true meaning of Christmas as it should be in all of our hearts. I am very proud of you granddaughter. I know Jesus would want to thank you for lifting up His name before your friends on FB.

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