Christmas Is Coming!
Hello Friends! The world is going crazy! Christmas is coming! Christmas is coming! We need to make the stores profitable. We need to lavish gifts on ourselves and those we care about even those that have need of nothing. We have to hang greenery and go to parties. We need to make sure everything is ready because Christmas is coming! The presents need wrapped. The toys need put together. The stockings need stuffed. The feast needs to be bought. Christmas is coming!
All so we can rip open packages and see expressions of joy on faces for a few moments on Christmas day. Then as the day goes on and the newness wears off and the toys break or the clothes don’t fit, all that stuff is set aside for a Christmas feast with family and friends. Then the next day is spent exchanging the gifts that weren’t quite what were expected and followed perhaps by starting to take down all those decorations we spent weeks buying and putting up because we’ve got to go back to work soon and the drudgery will begin once again.
Maybe I should have started this out by saying that the world has gone crazy, at least here in the U.S. This craziness has been going on for years. For back in 1957, the year I was born, Dr. Seuss wrote about a creature that didn’t like Christmas at all and particularly didn’t like the way that the Whos down in Whoville celebrated it. So the Grinch thought,
“I must stop this whole thing! “Why, for fifty-three years I’ve out up with it now! “I MUST stop this Christmas from coming! . . . . But HOW?” *
Dr. Seuss was fifty-three when he wrote this. So the craziness of Christmas that the Grinch hated must have been happening as long as Dr. Seuss could remember. So Dr. Seuss had the Grinch steal all the decorations and presents and fixings for the feast and climb to the top of Mt. Crumpit to dump it, but before he did, he paused to hear the boo-hoos of the Whos. Instead he heard singing, softly at first, but then the singing grew. He was surprised.
Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small, Was singing! Without any presents at all! He HADN’T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME! Somehow or other, it came just the same! And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow, Stood puzzling and puzzling: “How could it be so? “It came without ribbons! It came without tags! “It came without packages, boxes or bags!” And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! “Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store. “Maybe Christmas . . . perhaps . . . means a little bit more!” *
Christmas is coming! But where does your Christmas come from? If you woke up on Christmas morning and everything was gone, would you boo-hoo or would you sing. Does your Christmas come from a store or does it mean a little bit more? Even if all the trappings are taken away, do you still have a reason to sing?
Merry Christmas, Pastor Rick
* Geisel, Theodor Seuss. How the Grinch Stole Christmas by Dr. Seuss [pseud.]. TM & © 1957, renewed 1985 by Dr. Seuss Enterprises, L.P. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. New York: Random House.