Posted on 12/21/2014 7:53:07 AM PST by Dick Bachert
Around this time of year I can get a little blue or down. (The events of 9-11 – and the last two presidential “elections” have made the blue this year a little deeper and darker.) When that happens, I drag this out and reread it until I again remember what this season is REALLY all about.
I hope that it also helps you to drift back to those special people and times now gone and what THEY meant to us all.
Merry Christmas -- and God bless us every one!
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In a few days, much of the Christian world celebrates Christmas. Please forgive me if this sounds somewhat self-indulgent but, though the specific details will certainly vary, I think it's more than possible that many of you will identify with what follows.
For about a month now, I, like a lot of you, have found myself growing increasingly melancholy as my mind drifts back to wonderful memories of Christmases past and loved ones now long gone.
I was blessed with good parents, aunts, uncles, cousins. I never knew my mother's father. He died when I was still a baby. And, though I loved them and I believe they loved me, my Dad’s folks were very reserved and "proper" people. Having raised 5 of their own, perhaps there wasn't enough of them left for all the grandkids.
I smell the pungent pine aroma of a Christmas tree and suddenly I'm back in the modest living room in the little house on Hall Avenue in Lakewood, Ohio. Mom, Dad and my brother Karl, sister Jeanine and two cats and two dogs anxiously await the arrival of Grandma Grace and Aunt Helen, my mother's Mom and sister and, for a lot of reasons, next to Mom and Dad, our favorite people in the whole world.
They were not rich in any material sense, but they worked hard and on Christmas Eve made the long and, in Cleveland at that time of year, frequently treacherous trip along the southern shore of Lake Erie to the West Side. They were in show business and because they spent much time on the road, Helen always drove the biggest car they could afford. It was usually a behemoth of a 4 door Oldsmobile.
Around 6:30 or 7 pm, we kids gravitate to the stairs facing the large full windowed front door and sit there like fans in the bleachers at a ballgame. Every few minutes, one of us would turn to Mom or Dad to ask: "When will they be here?" or "What time is it?" The sound of the crisp new snow crunching under the tires of each approaching car would bring us to our feet. Leaping to the door, we’d press our noses to the frigid panes, hoping to be the first to spot their Olds sliding to a stop in the unique cold and gloom for which Cleveland winters are justifiably infamous.
The long awaited cry suddenly goes up. "THEY'RE HERE -- THEY'RE HERE!! We've had our coats on for 20 minutes and now fly down the porch stairs, slip and slide down the walk and there it is: A BACK SEAT CONTAINING 3 HUGE WICKER LAUNDRY BASKETS PILED TO THE CEILING WITH BRIGHTLY WRAPPED GIFTS! Hugs and kisses all around, a great deal of squealing and Dad and Mom and Grandma and Helen and we kids struggle under the load and somehow manage to get it all into the house where it joins the sizable quantity of goodies already under the tree.
The addition of the contents of the back seat of Helen's car creates a traffic problem as the new arrivals spill out from under the tree into the archway between the living and dining rooms.
Now, it's true that Christmas is about much, much more than abundance and gifts. But when the abundance and gifts are surpassed by the love that flowed between three kids and these two totally unselfish and wonderful women, it transcends the material and becomes something special. And it has helped me to understand the love God must have for us to have sent His only begotten Son to take away the sins of those of us who believe in Christ Jesus.
These two women were, as are we all, here for just a brief time and they and our folks now repose in Lakewood Park Cemetery. But I can still hear the merry tinkle of Helen's laughter as we opened our gifts. I can still hear my Grandmother telling me, with great gravity, that all that candy would make me sick. She was right! As long as I live, they -- and my Dad and Mom and all the others who have gone on -- will live also.
And it is those incredibly warm memories of departed loved ones and a much simpler life that brings the melancholy this time of year -- that brings a tear when I hear one of the old carols. "O Holy Night" gets me every time. I have many favorite carols, but none so beautifully – and correctly -- summarizes the true meaning of Christmas.
What wonderful words:
"Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
‘Til He appeared and the soul felt His worth."
A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices,
For yonder breaks the new and glorious morn,
Fall on your knees,
O, hear the angel voices!
O, night divine,
O, night when Christ was born!”
It's all there, isn't it? The sin of this fallen world! The salvation from that sin Christ offers all! The need for us to surrender to Him and His Grace for that salvation! Yeah, it's all there!!
And it is finally that knowledge which brings me out of my seasonal melancholy. That and my understanding that I now must be to MY grandchildren the positive and loving influence that my Grandmother and my Aunt Helen were to us. I'm certain that they, too, suffered the same melancholy and feelings of loss over those who had preceded them. After my Mother died, we found her early diaries. In one of them, she wrote that Helen fainted at their Dad’s graveside. But except for an occasional inexplicable and swiftly brushed away tear -- often during the playing and singing of the old carols -- it seldom visibly surfaced. They felt an obligation to keep this most joyous of seasons just that, joyous!
And so must we all who call ourselves Christians.
Oh, I'm not saying that we must never allow ourselves to shed tears for OUR departed loved ones. To do otherwise would be a futile and unhealthy effort to deny the very humanity with which God imbued us all.
But after we shed those tears, we must yield to our spiritual side and offer our praise and thanks -- and joy -- to Him for sending Jesus.
We must finally remember that our joy at this time of year flows from the fact that "God so loved the world, that He sent His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have eternal life."
You see, my temporary melancholy succumbs to the certain long-term knowledge that I'll see my dear Grandmother, my beloved Aunt Helen, my Dad and Mom and the others again some day.
In the meantime -- Happy Birthday Jesus.
And a Merry Christmas to all of you.
God bless you, Dick. Thank you for taking time to share with us.
I dislike the corporate “holiday” focus. The word is used in place of Christmas during commercials. The leftists have basically banned the term and made Christmas a private celebration. “This holiday,” “holiday tree,” “holiday list,” “holiday, holiday, holiday...” The word is a profanity to me. So I get rather grumbly watching my football games and hearing that term by the hundreds.
But last night I played Santa Claus for some little ones. I recommend that experience very heavily. The leftists and corporates can shove their nameless faceless holiday.
Merry Christmas!!!
Christmas Songs
https://www.dropbox.com/s/r6mwddenh92pi5y/Sampler.avi?dl=0 Xmas Sampler
https://www.dropbox.com/s/sesfv51tzi801j3/Home.avi?dl=0 I’ll be Home for Xmas..
https://www.dropbox.com/s/b9aztrpsjwmslac/White.avi?dl=0 White Christmas
https://www.dropbox.com/s/eogz79bh6sj2r5d/Noel.avi?dl=0 Noel
https://www.dropbox.com/s/lek6uemkevok8kq/HolyNight.avi?dl=0 Holy Night
https://www.dropbox.com/s/lczy6z6ukr5l0lz/MerryXmas.avi?dl=0 Merry Chistmas
https://www.dropbox.com/s/m0vej1v95y2sg8i/TLP.avi?dl=0 The Lords Prayer
https://www.dropbox.com/s/mujikmgqtbyy2fp/Hallelujah.avi?dl=0 HAlleujah
https://www.dropbox.com/s/0akcv923qx22flf/DOF.avi?dl=0 DOF
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Once, in America, leaders recognized that the Spirit and message of Christmas was essential to understanding the ideas of liberty:
"In the chain of human events, the birthday of the nation is indissolubly linked with the birthday of the Savior. The Declaration of Independence laid the cornerstone of human government upon the first precepts of Christianity." - John Quincy Adams, Address, Newburyport, July 4, 1837Peace and joy to you!!
For me, it’s still Advent.
Christmas is from Christmas Day through the Epiphany.
**Epiphany is traditionally celebrated in honor of Christ’s birth, of the adoration of the Magi, and of the baptism of Christ’s (also celebrated on the first Sunday following Epiphany), three manifestations of the Lord’s divinity.**
Thank you. May you have a blessed Christmas and a healthy and happy New Year and beyond.
Thank you. I still lose it when the strains of O’Holy Night waft my way.
Merry Christmas and a healthy and happy New Year and beyond.
A friend of mine, who has since passed on, would always sing that at church at Christmastime. Since then, I can’t listen to the song without tears.
I understand completely!
Have a blessed Christmas!
Right back atcha. :)
So, instead of Christmas Carols, I invite you to listen to these:
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