Love’s Greatest Treasure

It’s Christmas, that time of year when everyone should be sitting around the fireplace with their stockings neatly lined up from oldest to youngest. Christmas is often defined as family time.  Its meaning lost among the hustle and bustle of technology gone wrong.

Christmas should be a special moment and a place for all to come together, whether we are family or strangers among strangers. To celebrate Jesus our Saviour who died for our sins, so that we may have eternal life:  God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.Romans 5.8

Yes, Christmas is upon us, yet it seems to be buried under a pile of advertisements and time evading us. No-one cares, so it seems. Everyone too busy with presents and gadgets, Christmas lost in the mundane existence of day-to-day life.

Here in the UK there is no white fluffy snow, only rain and more rain. I can only dream of delicate white snow lying on the ground. Branches glistening with crystals, the air fresh. My mind drifts to a forgotten time of how it would feel to lie in clean crisp snow making snow angels with my children and siblings. I used to imagine what it would be like to celebrate Christmas with my son Sebastian and daughters Micheline and Elouise. But they are in heaven doing another work for our heavenly Father. Celebrating the birth of Jesus, only their singing is much richer than ours.

I wonder if the biggest jar in the world contained all the love God has for all of us, where would life lead us now? Would we have hope? Or would we have despair? We are all different. No matter how much we have or do not have, God’s love is abundant for us. His love is our greatest treasure. It leads us on life’s greatest adventure if we decide to follow him. We do not need more than his love. Christmas is not about the items we give and receive. Christmas means loving one another, uniting and embracing the small moments of shared memories. It is about being in community, about sharing with those that have nothing, and sharing with those that have plenty. It is about being gracious, forgiving, and about sacrifice.

God’s love is vaster than the oceans. His grace is sufficient for us. God wants us to run to him and be dependent on him. He yearns for us to tell him all that’s on our hearts and wants to give us our deepest desires. Will we choose to trust him? Or will we be distracted by and choose to trust our idols of technology?

Remember, this is at the core of life: love.  God’s love. At the heart of life is God’s love for all of us, embracing us into unity, not separation.  Not war. But love and community.

I wonder, what does Christmas mean to you?

3 thoughts on “Love’s Greatest Treasure

  1. Christmas is a challenging time for many, myself included. I have some fond memories of Christmas’s well spent, and others abysmally lonely and fraught with tension and undercurrent. I think you have hit on the best way to cope with this season: make it about remembering the birth of Jesus, our Saviour. And to make it a time, not for bickering but for remembering that God loved us SO much he sent his son, born of a virgin, in a stable, on a cold night of the year so that all of us could have an eternal destiny with Him. Amazing really!

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  2. Welcome to the ‘joys’ of Christmas in the sarf of England! Here the appropriate seasonal song is, ‘I’m dreaming of a wet Christmas’, though of course we’re all hoping for a dry day. Even more for a dry Boxing Day so we can go out and try to walk off some of the over-indigence.

    And you’re right, there’s a lot of hype about ‘getting the family together’ – which is fine if you have family and/or friends. Not so wonderful if you’re on your own because age/no family/no friends/whatever. That and actually having ‘all the family round’ can make for the most awful friction and rows as old grudges get re-aired.

    So while you’re remembering your three children in heaven, I’ll be remembering my Dad (25 years since.)

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