Remember when you were a child
And you waited impatiently
While The days til Christmas
Poked along, Forcing you to
Be good day after day
So Santa would come
Your way On Christmas day?
Remember your anticipation…
Absolutely no relaxation
The night before?
Forever trying to take
One peek at the gifts under the tree
With your name?
Wasn’t that just the best?
Something to remember
For the rest of your life!
But, Growing older, we learned
That the true gift of Christmas
Is God’s great love unearned
The purchase price- the life of his son.
Christ’s birth was met, I’m willing to bet
With the same anxious waiting
By those who knew he was
Coming just for them.
But, somewhere within
Christmas lost its true meaning
Prompting a wise-cracking writer
To facetiously to pen,
“Whoever dies with the most toys wins!”
“Whoever dies with the most toys…
What a cynical editorial on
Modern man’s sin
Of gluttony and heedless collecting
What the writer means without saying
Is that we live as though laying up treasures
Will win Our seat in Heaven.
But it won’t.
And if we don’t open our eyes
And stop telling ourselves lies
About what it means
To live Christmas
The writer’s true point will be
“Whoever dies, dies.”
For Christ’s promise will be empty:
I came so that you might have life
And have it more abundantly. John 10:10
But storing up toys doesn’t increase our joy
It just adds more stuff to our stink.
Unlike the gifts of today
God’s gift wasn’t for play
Or to throw away once all the sweetness
Is chewed away.
God’s gift was His son…
The only one
Whose life promised life
Once we’ve begun to follow His lead.
Christ brought new ideas
To a stagnant world
The notion that what is good
and right and just
Means more than man-made laws
He showed human-kind the awe and splendor
Of beauty and truth
Explained that faith, not proof
Is all that is necessary for those
Who are called.
And we are all called…
To a life of abundant joy.
So gifts under the tree
May bring child-like glee
But not substance
Nor the assurance
Or the abundance
That Christ as more
In our lives would bring.
More Christ would mean we
Love more, care more, share more,
Live more fully in our spirit-selves;
Give more purely from our spirit-selves.
An abundant life then, one might say
Is to live as though
Christmas is everyday.
Now, that would be the best gift to give
The promise to live knowing
Christ’s example is showing through us.
The exaltation and jubilation of Christmas
Past Would fill our interactions
From day to day
And we would know
Wherever we go that love and joy and
The promise of good cheer
Would greet us at each opening door.
So if hoarding gifts were really a competition
It would be more evident then
That for us to win…
Christ is a Must.
So here is the message this Christmas to send:
Whoever dies with the most Christ within… wins.