Nostalgic Christmas

By Kathy Carlton Willis –

Every year, around Christmastime, I become nostalgic. My entire adult life I’ve lived away from my childhood home. One of the ways I turn my homesickness into a holiday celebration is to enjoy fond memories.

A few years ago my high school class held its 25th class reunion. I was unable to attend, but felt connected through e-mail. Exchanging photos made me feel like I was there with them. Yes, faces and figures have changed, but they possess the same essence they had when we walked the line for graduation.

I wonder how many of my classmates actually dreaded the reunion? Women who have experienced weight gain like me are often hesitant to attend their class reunions. They assume everyone else has stayed the same and they are the only ones who have changed. But life happens to all of us, as worries mature our once-taunt skin and gravity changes our waistline into a wasteland. Some of the late bloomers look more gorgeous today than ever before, but the rest of us just look…well…older.

My schoolmates have let go of their cliques and we’re united by our childhood memories. Those things that make us different don’t divide us, but make us unique and interesting. No longer do we look for cookie-cutter friends. Now, a few years later, we are networking on facebook for even more updates and connections.

As Christians, we can learn from this example. It’s tempting to only fellowship with a certain group who share the same beliefs and interests, much like school-kid cliques. We should let down our guard and find a common bond and embrace friendship with more believers. Just like my classmates connect through our memories, Christ-followers can share a common bond in the One who saved them. If we are all following Jesus, won’t we find ourselves on the same path? Let’s all fellowship on that journey. What better Christmas present to give our Lord, than for Him to see His children enjoying each other’s company.

AUTHOR QUOTE: Allow yourself to become homesick this holiday. If you follow the star of Bethlehem, you will find your way Home again.

“Then the star appeared again, the same star they had seen in the eastern skies. It led them on until it hovered over the place of the child. They could hardly contain themselves: They were in the right place! They had arrived at the right time!” (Matthew 2:9B The Message)

Today’s devotional is by Kathy Carlton Willis, Christ-servant, wife to Russ, editor, publicist, certified CLASSeminars speaker and faculty member. Kathy Carlton Willis Communications encompasses her many passions. Kathy’s tagline captures her essence—Light & Lively: His Reflection/Her Laughter. Schedule Kathy for a speaking event or contact her firm for promotional assistance. KCWC gets jazzed shining the light on God’s writers and speakers.

Remedial Nativity

By Kathy Carlton Willis –

One Sunday, I taught a lesson to my Junior High class I entitled, “Remedial Nativity.” Of course, my first order of business was answering their question, “What does remedial mean?” I thought for sure they would know—so I explained it was a sort of beginner or refresher course. Just the basics. We started by looking up the word “nativity” in the Bible. The teens were surprised to learn it just means birthday. So I asked them what was different about this birthday. They were right on target when they gave the following answers: Jesus was born God in a human body. He came to be our substitute on the cross. He was perfect. We needed Him to come to patch things up between us and God the Father. He grew up to be King.

We read through Luke 1 and 2 to set the scene and evaluated what it must have been like to be greeted by an angel. To use the words of a teenager, “Mary must have freaked out!” When they found out Mary was possibly their age, they immediately formed a connection with her. They were amazed at her maturity and spirituality. Even in this age of permissiveness, the teens admitted they would have told the angel to pick someone else. They would fear the ridicule of their friends and family. I explained that all Jewish girls prayed to be the mother of the Christ child. It was the biggest honor imaginable. Honor or not, it was also filled with potential problems.

We looked at the scenario through the eyes of Joseph, and then through the eyes of her parents and other friends. We discussed the culture of the time. One student brought up the fact that Mary came into Bethlehem on the back of a donkey. I explained that this showed the tender side of Joseph because many men would have made the women walk the journey while they rode the distance. To use another of their expressions, “that’s messed up!”

Of course the lesson wasn’t complete until another teen sat confused by the facts and asked, “Where does Santa fit in to all of this?” I’ll save that for another lesson!

AUTHOR QUOTE: Christmas—Keep It Simple, Saints.

“This is how Jesus the Messiah was born. His mother, Mary, was engaged to be married to Joseph. But before the marriage took place, while she was still a virgin, she became pregnant through the power of the Holy Spirit” (Matthew 1:18 NLT).

Today’s devotional is by Kathy Carlton Willis, Christ-servant, wife to Russ, editor, publicist, certified CLASSeminars speaker and faculty member. Kathy Carlton Willis Communications encompasses her many passions. Kathy’s tagline captures her essence—Light & Lively: His Reflection/Her Laughter. Schedule Kathy for a speaking event or contact her firm for promotional assistance. KCWC gets jazzed shining the light on God’s writers and speakers.

December Blahs and Humbug!

By Kathi Macias –

No, that’s not a misprint. I meant “blahs and humbug,” not “bah, humbug,” though anyone who knows me would be shocked to hear me say either.

I’ve always been the one to finish my Christmas shopping in July and have my 250 cards signed, sealed, and ready to deliver by Thanksgiving. The packages are wrapped and the house is decorated (inside and out!) by the end of November, and my oven goes into non-stop baking mode two weeks before the Big Day.

Well, okay, that’s how it used to be! Now? Not so much. I think my pre-Christmas regimen began to disintegrate when the last chick left the nest, more than fifteen years ago. Little by little, I found myself cutting back. I used to take such pride in adding one more special, dated ornament to the tree each year, but with the kids all gone and decorating trees of their own, what was the point? The only recent exception was the year my husband and I spent Christmas in Hawaii and I came home with a “Mele Kelikimaka” ornament to remind me of how wonderful it is to spend December 25 on the beach, sipping fresh-squeezed pineapple juice and not giving a thought to all the emails that were piling up in my unchecked inbox at home.

I do still put up a tree, of course, but we no longer go “over the river and through the woods” to chop one down. I simply pull it out of the box, fluff the branches out, add a few ornaments, toss some tinsel, plug it in, and voila! We’re good to go.

I confess too that I’ve resorted to gift cards for our ever expanding family. It was easy to shop carefully and personally for each family member when we just had our boys at home, or even after the first couple of grandchildren were born. But we’re closing in on almost twenty of them now, and it’s gotten out of control—not to mention that we almost never get what they like anyway, so gift cards are the perfect solution. And with each of our children now having to alternate holidays between us and their in-laws, I don’t even have to cook the big Christmas dinner as often.

I should be glad, right? I mean, December is so much easier now! Still, I must confess to missing that hectic flurry of activity that used to wear me out but also left me feeling so…satisfied. Fulfilled. As if I’d actually accomplished something. Can you relate?

Sure you can. The empty nest changes things. Life is simpler, I suppose, but a bit more “blah and humbug.” Don’t you think?

But it also gives me more time to reflect on what Christmas is all about. Family, yes. That’s such a big part of the celebration. But is it really the “reason for the season”? Of course not. And regardless of the season of life we’re in and whether or not we still have children at home, still bake Santa and tree cookies, still hang stockings, or still delight in watching our children’s eyes light up when they open their packages, we can celebrate the birth of the Savior and worship the One who sent Him to us. If we’ll stay focused on that, we won’t have to worry about “blahs” or “humbug.”

Have a blessed Christmas, dear readers—wherever you are!

Kathi Macias (www.kathimacias.com; http://kathieasywritermacias.blogspot.com) is an award-winning author of more than 30 books, including her two most recent releases, Valeria’s Cross from Abingdon Press and Red Ink from New Hope Publishers.

Lessons from a Musty Motel

Rosemary Flaaten –

As we approached the motel where I would be spending the weekend, I knew my lodging was going to be substandard. I braced myself for what I would find when I entered my room. As I walked into that dank and wreaking room, my heart sank. The scratched furniture, the stained carpet and the quilted bedspread shouted from the 70’s. Hoping to find that at least the bathroom had been updated, I flipped on the switch only to discover a sink sporting an age-old chip turned rusty, a toilet wobbling on uneven tiles and black mold thriving on the tiles surrounding the tub. These premises screamed neglect.

My disappointment fuelled frustration, which quickly gave way to anger. Didn’t these people know who I was? I had travelled thousands of miles, was spending the weekend away from my family, had put countless hours preparing for this conference and this is all they had to offer. I was entitled to better.

And then a thought pierced my egocentric prerogative. I wonder how Jesus felt leaving the splendours of heaven and coming to live in rustic Judea? Streets paved with gold to dusty trails. Mansions full of gems to sheds full of cattle.  Choirs of angels to clash of swords. The King of Kings, Creator of the Universe, a perfectly relating member of the Trinity entered our dank and wreaking world as a baby. The Christmas carol rang through my consciousness reminding me that He didn’t even have a crib for a bed. He came from everything to nothing.

Slowly the scales came off my eyes. My dirty carpet, mouldy tub and lumpy bed took on new meaning.  Maybe God was calling me not just to speak the words of His Son but to live a life that reflected His Son and to have the attitude of His Son. I saw with a much deeper meaning these words penned about Jesus: “Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus: Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself and became obedient to death—even death on a cross!” (Philippians 2:5-8 NIV).

That weekend, spent in substandard accommodations, proved invaluable. God had sent me to that place to speak a message to those people but He had also had a specific message for this messenger. If Jesus could leave the splendours of heaven for 33 years and come to earth so that each of us could have an intimate and saving relationship with God, then how small of a sacrifice is it for me to spend two days in such conditions so that people can hear His message of hope. Entitlement gave way to gratitude. Haughtiness gave way to humility. Pettiness gave way to passion.

This Christmas, every chance I get I am going to sing Away in a Manger with gusto and gratitude for the One who came to the substandard accommodations my world had to offer so that I could have hope.

PRAYER: As we celebrate Your birth, may our hearts be widened to appreciate the true significance of the Gift You brought to us.

“A student is not above his teacher, nor a servant above his master” (Matthew 10:24 NIV).

Today’s Devotional is by Rosemary Flaaten. Her successful book, A Woman and Her Relationships helps women process their outside-of-work relationships, so now she’s delving into these 9-5 relationships in A Woman and Her Workplace. Her Relationships book won The Word Guild Award, which is Canada’s top Christian literary honor. A dynamic speaker—Rosemary challenges women of all professions to view their work as a calling and their workplaces as opportunities to live out Christ’s love. Rosemary lives with her husband and three children in Calgary, Canada.

Comfort in Customs

By Hally Franz –

While some might call it misery, living in the Midwest offers something that some parts of the country don’t. Those of us in the middle enjoy a very distinct change of seasons, where summer is hot and humid, winter cold and icy, and spring and fall colorfully bridge the two. It’s my favorite thing about where we live. Unfailing weather and scenic changes signal us not only to dress and entertain ourselves differently, but also to anticipate the seasonal customs to come.

In most homes, children instinctively know what and how holiday season’s activities will be celebrated. At the Franz house, Mom’s rule states that Christmas movies cannot be viewed until Thanksgiving has come and gone; we won’t cheat Thanksgiving for The Griswolds. Each year we ladies have a shopping weekend, and everyone knows lists must be ready before we leave.

When decorating begins, our daughter remembers which rooms house the various nativity scenes and international Santas, and her brother reminds Dad when it’s time to begin the lights. For years now, my mom has assigned a country to our Christmas celebration. She serves up food and trivia from a chosen country. While some resist the learning aspect of this, it has become great fun and a routine part of each year’s events. There will be preparation of Operation Christmas Child boxes, a school program, a 4-H party and our New Year’s Eve gathering with dear friends. Most is standard holiday stuff, but each family develops their unique spin and set of holiday customs. Kids enjoy and need these take-it-to-the-bank traditions.

Many children do not have the security and comfort that comes with knowing what comes next. They aren’t sure where, how and with whom they’ll spend Christmas. And, worse yet, they don’t fully understand what they’re celebrating. Kids need to be able to count on something, at special and ordinary times of the year, each day and every hour.

When we faulty and frail humans fail one another, there is peace in knowing that there is always one sure thing. God sent His Son for us. His birth provided hope for mankind, and His death and resurrection redemption for us. During the Christmas season, we should celebrate a lot, recognizing the Christ Child at the center of each event. And, we should share a lot, giving young and old the message of God’s unfailing love.

PRAYER: Heavenly Father, thank You for sending Your Son, and thank You for the promise of forgiveness. Remind us that though we can’t count on the world, we can put our faith in You.

“And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us” (Luke 2:15 KJV).

Today’s devotion is by Hally Franz. Hally is a former teacher and high school guidance counselor, turned homemaker. She enjoys volunteering at her children’s school, teaching Bible classes at her church, leading projects in 4-H, writing, reading, scrapbooking and rousing (though, sometimes, not pretty) zumba classes.

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