Debby McCuiston, the “Queen of Clutter-Free”, does a segment for us each Sunday on simplifying our lives, getting rid of “clutter”, and focusing on what’s important. We look forward to her words of wisdom each week & hope you enjoy it too! Take it away Debby….
Well, it’s less than one week to Christmas and I can just about bet the only thing you are thinking as far as organization is where in the world am I going to put all this stuff? Don’t worry your pretty little head about that now. Relax and enjoy Christmas. All that mess isn’t going anywhere and it won’t disappear overnight, no matter how good you have been all year. I also know that the last thing you want to hear is all my great ideas for the coming year. So RELAX- you get this week off. But as soon as the New Year shows up, we will hit the floor running. Just think, this time next year you will able to relax and know you have a nice neat place everything after all the celebrating.
Christmas is my favorite time of year! I love all the decorations, inside and out. People that do not work in retail are unusually happy. Those that do work in retail are praying every hour that they don’t lose it for having to fix that display for the hundredth time that day. I know this first hand because my darling daughter has worked in retail for the last 3 years. The best part is she made sure to tell God she did not want to work in retail EVER! Ha ha, guess who is in control. Because of some of her experiences I try to be extra nice when I go shopping. That can be a challenge at times so sometimes I choose to just stay home and shop online. Problem solved!
I have great memories of growing up in a house with 3 sisters. Christmas was all about pretty dresses and baby dolls. Lots of friends coming over for breakfast, eating out, more presents and of course the aunt that always gave underwear in a toilet paper tube, all wrapped up and tied with a lovely bow. What I wouldn’t give to hear all of us girls giggling again as we tried to sneak past my parent’s room to check out the present (we always got caught). I miss those simple days of making your list and relaxing in the fact that at least one thing on the list would find its way under the tree. We never gave a thought to how hard it must have been to get 4 new dresses, 4 new baby dolls, and 4 of whatever else we had picked out. My parents never complained, they just went shopping one night and finished before bedtime. Those were the simple times, not all the stress and busyness. They never were too busy shopping to watch a Christmas movie on TV, which we always did as a family. We went several times to drive around to see all the lights. We attended many family Christmas parties. We enjoyed it all, it seemed nothing got in the way of time with family and friends.
I wonder if Christ was born today would we notice? Would His birth even make the evening news? Would it make the front page or be stuck somewhere between all the sales? I am not sure we would even hear the angels announce His birth because of all the noise in our heads.
Once we finally heard about the event, how many church committee meetings would it take before we officially made an announcement? Would we keep the news to ourselves, just for the believers, not to be shared with others? We probably would, because we do that every day. Do you make a point to share the news that Christ has come to save the world? I can’t say I do every time I have the chance.
What will it take for us to realize what Christmas is all about? Will it take us losing the freedom to talk about it? Sometimes we don’t know what we have until it is taken away. I have found out how much I cared about someone when they weren’t around much. We seem to take so much for granted.
We have lost the simple meaning of Christmas. The event that all of time is marked by. The one night in all of history that shaped who we are as people and as a nation. One simple night, one simple birth, one soft cry from a baby that changed history. A scary night for a young girl, in a strange town, giving birth to a little baby boy in a dirty barn. A little boy that was willing to leave heaven to be born to save you and me. A mom who knew from the time her baby entered this world He was sent here to die. She never got to dream about what would He be when He grew up- she knew. She never got to plan His wedding or play with her grandchildren, because she knew why He came and why He would die. How did she keep from just giving up, but she had a job to do, to raise the Savior of the world.
I wonder if she worried about the little things like we do, manners, washing behind your ears, eating your veggies, or potty training. I have a feeling she was a mom just like you and me. Crying when they are hurt and kissing away the pain. The difference is she knew what was ahead, she knew she had a special purpose. She knew she was handpicked by God.
Are we really that different, aren’t we handpicked by the same God? Aren’t we given a job to do, to raise up families that honor God? Aren’t we supposed to share our faith whenever and wherever we can. I am afraid I have let my mission become taken over by the world, just like we have allowed Christmas to become “holiday”. We have bought into all the “holiday” trappings, the busyness, the rushing around from here to there. Have you taken the time to read the Christmas story as a family this year or do you hope the pastor covers that in this Sunday’s sermon? Have you explained to a little one why there is a manger or who were the wise men or even what is a Sheppard? How far have we traveled from that night, in a dirty barn when our Savior was born? How far must we travel to get back to the “reason for the season”? The good news is we can never get so far away that we can’t come “home”.
Before Christmas day arrives, find a quiet spot, go for a ride and remember why we even have this special celebration. Not for the sales, not for the food, not for the gifts given and received but for a little baby boy, born to save the world. A baby boy so special that kings and queens would bow just at the mention of His name. A little boy so special that you and I can one day be welcomed into heaven by a loving God, who loved us so much that He sent His only son to pay the price for our sins so we can be with Him for all eternity. WOW! Now that’s a reason to celebrate Christmas!!!
I pray you and your families have a most Blessed Christmas!!