We spent the day over in Medford doing the shopping bit. The older I get, the more I begin to swear that I am not going to do that anymore. I managed to get most of my gifts here locally...a couple of books from a good friend who is an even better author, some homemade stuff from the Holiday Fair, some things from the Museum Gift Shop. There was no hassle for those; no mall, no driving, no frantic crowds and crying children. They felt right in my soul. But there are those things I want to give that are not here in my little town. I suppose I could order them on line, but even leaving the money in a nearby city seems more like what I should do...so I go to the mall.
Crying children...the mall is always full of them...mostly crying because they are tired. Sure, there are those who are crying because they want everything in sight, but most of them are just plain tired. I am jealous...with my bad knee, walking around the mall makes me want to cry too!
We shouldn't have to cry at Christmas! We are celebrating, in my culture at least, the birth of the child who would come to be the savior of a good chunk of humankind; at least that is what we believe. We should be jumping with joy instead of stressing ourselves and our children to tears over things which really do not matter.
My shopping is over; the cooking over the weekend is in the hands of those who can handle it. My job is to lead worship...two times...two times in 24 hours, I get to do my best to help people look past the mall, past the exhaustion, past the tears, and pause at a manger....I cannot think of a better way to celebrate Christmas! I get to partake of the blessing, and that is the best gift of all.
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