Wednesday, December 26, 2007

How was your Christmas?

It's a question one can expect to hear often for the next few weeks. "How was your Christmas?" You will be expected to say that yours was good or great and it is probably true. Mine was very good. We did everything we were supposed to do: gifts, eating with relatives, time with the kids, the whole thing. Yet somethings not quite right. Almost, but not quite. I think with all the wrapping and cooking and even relaxing that I just did not pay enough attention to Jesus. I did not ignore Him at all. I even read the Christmas story in Luke chapter 2 and also read some Old Testament passages predicting the birth, life and death of the Christ but it just wasn't enough.

You know, I don't think the Devil gets too worried when we go to church. I am sure he would rather we didn't but how many times have you been to church and your mind been a million miles away?

What about Bible-reading? Important, yes, but still I don't think Satan gets too concerned when we read scripture. I am probably not the only one who gets lost and confused by the words, old-timey customs and meaning of some of the stories in the Bible.

But I know what does scare the Devil. It is something I believe one cannot do half-hearted and do it right. That's the problem. Unlike going to church and reading my Bible, I find it impossible to truly pray and do anything else. Sure I pray when I am driving or at work and I pray before meals and I pray lots of "God help me" prayers but when I really pray, whether it's on my knees or walking around or sitting in a chair, it doesn't matter, I really have to concentrate and that is the part that I know scares Satan more than anything. Not because I am thinking it or because I am sincere or anything that I do or don't do.

James 5:16 says that the prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective. I love that verse. The first time I read it I thought "Well, now if I could just find a righteous man!" but I realized that God, because of what His son Jesus did, considers me to be righteous! So my prayers are more than sweet words meant to comfort myself and others. They are a powerful tool. The King James version uses the word "fervent prayer" and when I researched further that word "fervent" has the same meaning as a horse jumping over a fence or a baseball player stretched out to catch a ball. It takes some effort but the rewards are huge.

My Dad told me one time that he asked my Grandfather about how prayer works. My grandfather said he didn't know how prayer worked but he knew it did. That's interesting to me for several reasons. Both Godly men, both very smart and well-educated and both proving time after time their belief in something they did not know much about. That makes me feel better to know I am not the only one who does not understand prayer but it also concerns me. You see, I know upon reflection that the thing that was missing this Christmas for me was not something under the tree or on the dinner table but my own fervent prayer to the reason for this season. So, how was your Christmas?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I feel like I've just gotten my best Christmas present -- come home to find two new ToddBlogs, just waiting for responses!

My Christmas this year was unlike any other. Like Mary and Joseph before the appearance of the angel, I had a heavy heart.

This year, I had no interest in receiving material gifts of any kind, and not much more in giving them. After all, in our society, the richest on the earth, who really needs another DVD, iPod, ChiaPet, or other gee-gaw? So, I limited my shopping, in the main, to practical items: articles of clothing, shoes, books.

Oh, and I spent TIME with my kids. Drove my younger son home from a basketball game in Plano, stopping for slow-food to allow time for conversation. Church and parent-taught driver's ed for my older son, room for reflection. An evening at the [Scott] theatre for Dicken's "A Christmas Carol", and after-party with my young daughter.

Was able to, thank God, sit with all three, in praise and worship service on Christmas Eve. Come home and open some early gifts and watch television together until they'd all fallen asleep. Place additional gifts by the fireplace and Christmas tree, then go to bed exhausted.

Christmas morning, my daughter awoke me, the kids all opened presents. We made a great breakfast. Later, my parents came over and we had a wonderful Christmas Dinner together.

Todd, like you, I've read Luke 2:8-20 several times this Advent season. It wasn't a perfect Christmas this year. My glass isn't full.

There was someone missing from our celebration, that's sure, but it wasn't Jesus...