My Christmas Confession

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I missed Jesus this Christmas.

This Christmas I was filled with awe,
the lights, the candles, the gifts and all.
I spoke of Jesus, I declared his day
but I didn’t sit down to hear him say:
“It’s my birthday, do you know if I’m here?
Is there time to discuss what I want this year?
The colors are pretty, The lights are so bright,
but where is the manger? there’s no silent night!
What were you doing on this midnight clear?
the pretties are hung, and the stockings with care
But did you invite me to be with you there?
Come all ye faithful…or did you forget,
that I must be invited to be with you, yet.
The first noel, the angels did sing,
but what sort of praise to me did you bring?
What is the purpose of CHRISTmas this year?
Did you even notice if I was near?”

I’m sorry, dear Jesus, I left you alone,
I’m sorry that I was too full of my own.
There was no candle light service to remember you came
There was no Christmas Day singing, now, only my shame.
No singing of carols, to remind us of you,
No reading the story that makes Christmas true.
No prayers of repentance, no prayers of rejoice
Just lots of people with flashy new toys.

The tinsel was sparkling, the lights, they did shine,
But my focus was messed up, and the fault is all mine.
There were gifts, and food and candles galore,
and symbols of your birthday were somewhere, I’m sure.
There were people to talk to, and gifts to unwrap,
and even the time to take Christmas day naps.
I gave gifts that I chose, and they loved gifts that shone,
I took photos a plenty, but my focus was torn.
The papers all flew as they tore into boxes,
and that thank you’s all flew, but who knew which was what’s it?
Gift cards are lost in the bright whistles and bells,
and labels were lost as the trash was dispelled.
Who gave me this? What was in that bag?
Oh, forget it now, let’s go play more tag!
Santa did this, and Santa did that…
Who’s birthday is it? No one said that!
It’s my celebration of Jesus the King,
I’m responsible for forgetting him.

I celebrate Christmas because He’s my King,
It is His love in my life that makes me to sing.
The King came to earth so that I could be free
He gave me new birth, and helps me be me.

The Story does not end on Christmas Day,
It ends 33 years later in a dark ugly way.
It doesn’t matter if there’s a virgin birth,
It doesn’t matter if He did great works.
It doesn’t matter if He raised the dead,
It doesn’t matter if He healed someone’s head!
The key thing that matters is that HE gave of Himself
And that’s more than any stupid elf on the shelf!

He knew when he came what he needed to do,
He planned to die for me and for you.
And no matter how many gifts that you get….
The gift of salvation is the most best gift yet.

A savior is Born

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I have been struggling with this since I got home, 12/26.
This is my confession – only mine.
There is no judgement on anyone else, because I do not know anyone else’s hearts…only mine.
I am horrified by how I handled Christmas this year…and I have asked my Lord’s forgiveness.

Thanks for joining me in this journey,
In His hands and under His wings,
~Christi
Ps 63:7 Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings.

“The Lord does not give me rules, but He makes His standard very clear.
If my relationship to Him is that of love, I will do what He says without hesitation.
If I hesitate, it is because I love someone I have placed in competition with Him, namely, myself.” – from My Utmost for His highest

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