I am trying get my head together. The scabs want to come off and to ease some of the pain, I am watching Andromeda. Most of my Christmas shopping has been done. Tomorrow will complete it and I will officially be done with the holiday season. I do have one question which requires an answer.
“What does Christmas mean to me?”
The easy answer is, “a time to reflect on the birth of Jesus Christ.” However, it’s much deeper than just the profession of faith and reflection on another year as a Christian. Christmas is time where I realize that I may not be a perfect man, but thank God, I am no longer the person I once was. It has been said I am inconsistent, or wishy-washy. It is laughable that people think they know me at my worst.
Once upon a time, in Mississippi, I found enjoyment in Christmas. In my heart, I still do. There is something special about being with people who love you, eating entirely too much food, and rekindling relationships which may have diminished over the course of time. It has been years since I spent the holidays with my family. As a matter of fact, the last time I spent the holidays with anyone was three years ago. It was a friend’s family. Hindsight reveals none of this information is important to the story. Yet, here it is.
As I grow older, I enjoy the holidays in my own way. The solitude is nice, albeit it can be tiring. I enjoy being around people I like. There are some people whom the holiday season brings out the best in them. They seem to thrive on being a better person. To me, I try to be a better man during Christmas. Sure, I strive to be Christ-like throughout the year. I try to emulate the example set forth by my Savior. At the end of the day, I am a flawed creation. Christmas is a time to realize the blessings in my life. To know that by the grace of the Almighty, 2020 is going to be a year of prosperity. I may not know what the future holds, but if I can hold on to the hands of Almighty God, there is nothing I can’t overcome.
6 December 2019