CHRISTMAS LOVE (This will bring a tear to
your eye)
Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and
peaceful experience.
I had cut back on nonessential obligations -- extensive
card writing, endless baking, decorating, and even overspending. Yet still, I
found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of
course, the true meaning of Christmas.
My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an
exciting season for a six year old. For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for
his school's "Winter Pageant." I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd
be working the night of the production Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I
spoke with his teacher. She assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning
of the presentation. All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to
come then.
Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise.
So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in 10 minutes early, found a
spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, I saw several other
parents quietly scampering to their seats. As I waited, the students were led
into the room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the
floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song. Because the
public school system had long stopped referring to the holiday as
"Christmas", I didn't expect anything other than fun, commercial
entertainment -- songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes and good cheer. So,
when my son's class rose to sing, “Christmas Love", I was slightly taken
aback by its bold title. Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates,
adorned in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their heads.
Those in the front row -- -- held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the
title of the song. As the class would sing "C is for Christmas", a
child would hold up the letter C. Then, "H is for Happy", and on and
on, until each child holding up his portion had presented the complete message,
"Christmas Love".
The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we
noticed her, a small quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter
"M" upside down totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a
"W". The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little
one's mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stood tall,
proudly holding her "W".
Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the
laughter continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw it together.
A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen. In that instant, we
understood -- the reason we were there, why we celebrated the holiday in the
first place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our festivities. For
when the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear:
CHRIST WAS LOVE.
And, I believe, He still is
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