Are you overwhelmed in the whirlwind of Christmas right now?
It can get chaotic, but it is possible to find truth and meaning in every moment, even in the smallest ones, and it will make your holiday season even more special!
Christmas is a glorious time of year with all the beautiful decorations, twinkling lights, and tree trimming. There are Christmas parties, family gatherings, and gift-giving. Children are making their Christmas lists and anticipating the arrival of Santa Claus with his reindeer. They can’t wait to see their stockings filled with toys and goodies on Christmas morning. It’s the season of joy and giving; above all, it’s a time to celebrate the birth of our Savior, God’s ultimate gift to the world, His Precious Son.
Getting caught up in all the festivities and shopping is so easy that it can soon become the focus instead of Jesus. We all hear the saying that Jesus is the reason for the season, so I asked myself this question: how can I focus on Jesus amid all the busyness? As I began to decorate my house and pondered on this question, I realized that they were not just mere decorations but something much more.
My Christmas wreath, being circular, reminded me of God’s continuous, unending love for humanity.
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life (John 3:16). His love endures forever. Like the three points of a triangle, I envisioned my Christmas tree representing the Trinity: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Its evergreen branches point toward heaven, where God left His throne on high to come live among us. While wrapping the bright white lights around my tree, I remembered Jesus is the Light of the world, bringing hope, redemption, and peace to a lost world.
When I hung my angel on the tree, I reflected on what it would have been like to see and hear the angel announcing, “for unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ, the Lord” (Luke 2). Lastly, as I gazed upon the star atop the tree, I pictured the star of Bethlehem guiding the Magi to the newborn king and the shepherds in the fields watching over their flock by night, wondering what was about to take place.
I discovered by purposely focusing, I now have a new perspective. I no longer see a beautifully decorated tree with all the trimmings or an adorned wreath; I see Jesus. Every time I look at my tree, I’m reminded of the miracle of Christmas.