...but the gift of God is eternal life, through Jesus Christ our Lord. -Romans 6:23b
You've got 'em. I have 'em. Even Hank Jr. has family traditions.
Had a large time on my birthday. Got the tree up. Watched Scrooge. Had a sumptuous birthday feast prepared by Chef April (don't know what that chocolate stuff with the Tiffany[?] cream was called, but Lord have mercy!)
Worked on several of the new songs. Sandy learned to sing the phrase (four notes) "debt" from one of them. Got tons of well-wishes from family and friends via FaceBook.
Got up early this morning to sit in the dark and look at the tree. It's lovely but I can't help wondering, "How did we get from Jesus to this?"
Never having been much of a Christmas guy, I'm focusing really hard this year on trying to meditate on the significance of Christ's entry into our world.
I mean it is truly mind-boggling to think that the God who made everything would come and live in the world He made as a real live human being.
And because He did, this life, which at times seems so unreal (a dream within a dream, as Poe called it) is not all there is.
The Spirit of Christmas Present uttered a line in the movie we watched last night that is not contained in Dickens' book. He said that the Spirit of Christmas does not live in men's hearts only one day a year, and neither does the child born in Bethlehem, but lives all 365 days of the year.
And that, my loves, my dearies, is more than a tradition.
It is the faith we embrace, the precious gift of God
Merry Christmas and God bless us, everyone.