It's Christmas Night. The house is quiet. Even the crackle is gone from the fireplace. The last of the carolers appeared on the ten o’clock news. The last of the apple pie was eaten by my brother-in-law. And the last of the Christmas albums have been stored away having dutifully performed their annual rendition of chestnuts, white Christmases, and red-nosed reindeers.
It’s Christmas night.
The midnight hour has chimed and I should be asleep, but I’m awake. I’m kept awake by one stunning thought. The world was different this week. It was temporarily transformed.
The magical dust of Christmas glittered on the cheeks of humanity ever so briefly, reminding us of what is worth having and what we were intended to be. We forgot our compulsion with winning, wooing, and warring. We put away our ladders and ledgers, we hung up our stopwatches and weapons. We stepped off our race tracks and roller coasters and looked outward toward the star of Bethlehem.
It’s the season to be jolly because, more than at any other time, we think of him. More than in any other season, his name is on our lips.
And the result?
For a few precious hours, he is beheld. Christ the Lord. Those who pass the year without seeing him, suddenly see him. People who have been accustomed to using his name in vain, pause to use it in praise. Eyes, now free of the blinders of self, marvel at his majesty.
All of a sudden he’s everywhere.
In the grin of the policeman as he drives the paddy wagon full of presents to the orphanage.
In the twinkle in the eyes of the Taiwanese waiter as he tells of his upcoming Christmas trip to see his children.
In the emotion of the father who is too thankful to finish the dinner table prayer.
He’s in the tears of the mother as she welcomes home her son from overseas.
He’s in the heart of the man who spent Christmas morning on skid row giving away cold baloney sandwiches and warm wishes.
And he’s in the solemn silence of the crowd of shopping mall shoppers as the elementary school chorus sings “Away in a Manger.”
Emmanuel. He is with us. God came near.
It’s Christmas night. In a few hours the cleanup will begin—lights will come down, trees will be thrown out. Size 36 will be exchanged for size 40, eggnog will be on sale for half price. Soon life will be normal again. December’s generosity will become January’s payments and the magic will begin to fade.
But for the moment, the magic is still in the air. Maybe that’s why I’m still awake. I want to savor the spirit just a bit more. I want to pray that those who beheld him today will look for him next August. And I can’t help but linger on one fanciful thought: If he can do so much with such timid prayers lamely offered in December, how much more could he do if we thought of him every day?'Do You See Him' from 'God Came Near', by Max Lucado
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I actually received the above from a non-christian colleague at office. She received the mail from another colleague who's a christian, and forwarded it to me as she thought I would find it helpful and apt during this period.
Wow....I don't know....a blessing, from a non-christian? I personally don't really get that very often in a sense. Or maybe my eyes have been blind to it at times. But this particular gesture of my colleague, I really appreciate it. And looks like I'm not the only one who likes Max Lucado's work in the office.
And like what Max's sharing above talked about...I guess He really does come near...even through non-christians.
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23rd....
23rd Auguest 2004.....that was the day I enlisted into army. 2 years and 4 months of donning the military uniform. There are still times I look back and wonder....how did I really manage to get through all of that? Perhaps the lack of an answer, helps retain the wonder of it I guess. =)23rd Singapore Artillery. My NSF unit. Yeah...I guess some of you had heard a fair share of my experiences and complains over there. But undeniably, it was a memorable stay. The people, overseas exercises, the exposure to do all the photo shoots and videos....it won't be forgotten. It were also days that I felt really alone...with no one physically to turn to....tear stains of which can still be seen.
A year of anniversary. 23rd December 2005...that was the day of my return as a civilian. Has it really been 1 year since I ORD-ed? Yet it feels like being in a stand-still for me. Just like being in a temporary holding place?
If I recall, 23rd Dec was also the day we had the fabulous, heart-warming dinner at Pastor David's home. The setting, ambience, games, music, food (yum), and especially the people....most wonderful. Nice. =)
23rd....that was also when it started.
Oh...did I mention, 23rd is my favourite number too? Heh.
24th....let it not be the only day I tell myself to slow down and think. Things have all been going way too fast for me. Better for me to slow down before I lose all strength and stamina. And remembering You, Jesus?
24th?
Nahh....it would be wise for me to ponder and remember, not just Your birth, but also Your life and sacrifice, all the days of my life.