Sunday, December 25, 2011

It’s Christmas Night

Christmas FireplaceWhen I read this devotion by Max Lucado I knew I wanted to save it to read again each Christmas night.  I share it with you, my friends.  I hope it touches your heart as it does mine.

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?



It’s Christmas Night’ by Max Lucado
From ‘God Came Near’

9 comments:

  1. Wow ~ that is really beautiful and so true. He is held most high one day of the year. Magical Christmas ~ we should all think of him all year round and maybe..just maybe magical year ;-)

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  2. This is so lovely and everything you said is so true. Thank you for this, I will keep it in my heart.

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  3. I do love this. Thanks for sharing.
    and thanks for coming by. I always love your visits.:)
    xo bj

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  4. I love this! I always like whatever Max Lacado writes too!

    Thanks for visiting. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas! Ours was small and quiet, but nice.

    Katherine

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  5. This is beautiful, Adrienne! I love to read Max Lacado.
    I hope you had a wonderful Christmas with your family! We certainly did although we were granddaughterless!
    Be a sweetie,
    shelia ;)

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  6. Nice! It would be special to have this feeling all year round.

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  7. That is beautiful, Dear. Thanks for sharing it. Hugs ~

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  8. Thanks for introducing me to Max Lacado. What a beautiful writing.

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  9. Love what Max said.....after reading that you have to wonder.......how can anyone NOT believe in something? I do believe there is a force, a power, call it Jesus or whatever that is bigger than all of us. And that is filled with love and peace. And even if some say this day is really not his birthday....does it matter what day it is if it makes us focus on the good things in life, on the good feelings, and on love of life, family and our world? :)

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