
It's Christmas Eve, and starting to get a little late. I can tell because my family is on their second game of the night. The first one, which will remain nameless is a card game that was created some time in the 1960's. It was one that had been in the cupboard for quite a while that we've never played before.
It was awful.
Actually, the game itself was awful. The banter of my family, namely my wife and oldest son was priceless. I caught the boy cheating twice, and he fessed up to doing the same on three other occasions when he didn't get caught. His intent was to speed up the game so we would all be put out of our misery, sooner rather than later. My wife simple piled on.
It was hilarious.
We had ribs tonight. Oh yes, they were delicious! The sauce and the way the meat fell from the baby back bones - saaaweeeet! Voted my wife's best ever. And then the shredded potato dish with sour cream and cheese, YES! And the homemade Christmas cookies, hmmmmm!
It was amazing.
Yes, I'm still on a diet...especially after tonight. Because I'm only consuming on average 800 to 1000 calories per day the old taste buds have been literally scrubbed clean. Now everything not on the diet tastes like pure cream with different flavorings. But before those close to me start to 'blow a gasket,' things didn't go as far south as I might have described. I'm pleased to report that my stomach is actually larger than a walnut, proving that previous analysis on this issue was faulty on my part. How do I know this? I ate a walnut and still had room. But get this, I still got full quite quickly. The potato dish which is not on the diet, as yummy as it was I only managed a tablespoon's worth. The ribs were exquisite but I got the rack with the least amount of sauce - which was fine - simply because I thought I might go into convulsions from the sugar high. I did enjoy half of one of my favorite sugar cookies with food-colored confectioners powder for frosting. It was MUCH better than I'm describing.
It was fantastic.
You want to know what is better? It was the time around the tree opening presents and seeing our kid's eyes light up. They are all older and more mature now, two in high school and one in his last year of middle school. There are very small attempts to appear "cool" and "not too excited" when they get something that they've wanted. But after the first round of gift were opened, it turned into "wahoo" time.
It was wonderful.
I looked over at my lovely wife tonight as the kids were opening presents and once again realized how marvelous it is to be parents of these great young people. God has been so good to us; He's seen us through great times as well as the difficult days. We've grown together as a family over the years and experienced God's blessing in ways that only such a unit who knows Christ can realize. Tonight a student from the High School is in a Portland hospital in a desperate fight for her life against cancer. We paused tonight during dinner when her name came up. The oldest son stepped to the plate and prayed the prayer that longs to be heard.
It was powerful.
We're within a day of the night we celebrate the Savior's birth. Certainly it was awful, having to come into this world in a stable.
It also had to be somewhat hilarious as I'm sure Joseph and Mary weren't stoics who didn't have a sense of humor. I mean what critters had to be looking on when the Christ-child was born. There surely were moments of levity.
It must have been amazing for this young couple, the wonder of childbirth and yet a young man remembering the visit of an angel in a dream, receiving that key message that kept him in this marriage. The young woman as well, in the midst of wonder as to how all of this trouble caused by a supernatural conception would come to this very moment in time.
And then what was it like for wide-eyed shepherds to show up at the stable, after their encounter with a host of angels, singing as the proverbial heavenly choir? That had to be fantastic. What did they say? Did they talk excitedly about what they had seen, or was it so fantastic that they could literally say nothing and only bow in reverence? And the visit of the wise men? I don't know if it was that night or sometime later. All I know is that "fantastic" doesn't do justice to that sight...
You know the events of that night had to all be wonderful on so many levels...
But the real message behind Christmas is the fact that Jesus came in the first place, living the way that He did, displaying the works of God the Father the way He did, and the manner in which He communicated the eternal truths of heaven. And then going to the cross and raising again from the dead. The only word for that comes to mind is that what Jesus did was "powerful."
Emmanuel, "God with us." And still with us today...
Have a great day tomorrow! I'll catch up with you soon on this blog as I'm taking time off again on vacation to enjoy my family. Do yourself a favor and enjoy all of your important relationships this week!
Blessings!






