Photo: Eloise at Christmastime
(GASPS) It’s Christmas Eve EVE!!!!
I wonder what the anticipation of Jesus’ birthday on earth is like in heaven.
Is there a giant countdown somewhere? Do the angels check off dates on their calendars? Does anyone even need a calendar? What would a calendar for “eternity” look like?
I wonder if at midnight of the 25th balloons fall from the sky and the heavenly hosts burst out their instruments (I’m assuming all those born without musical genes, coughmecough, will suddenly be blessed with musical talent immediately upon entering the heavenly gates) and perform a rendition of “Happy Birthday.”
And then Jesus will blow out over 2000 candles on a really large sheet cake.
And nobody would be able to use trick candles because omniscience does not lend well to surprises.
I would think that the anticipation of the day when You took a really huge demotion from heaven to earth, to dwell among us in human form so that You could ultimately bring us back to You, would be cause for a pretty raucous celebration.
Here on earth, I want to get excited as the day of Emmanuel, God with us, approaches. I should be checking off the days on my calendar in anticipation.
I can’t celebrate the day in which you came to earth with harps or a guitar or a flute or even a kazoo, but I can celebrate it with song of excitement and joy and thankfulness in my heart.
It’s Christmas Eve EVE!!!!!
I’m trying to be a person that relishes moments. Like catching a firefly in a jar, I want to take in the beauty of a fleeting experience by being fully present.
I’m thinking about this soak-up-experiences-like-a-sponge state of mind while the colors from a sunset streak across the sky like the atmosphere is your canvas and you’re the Master Painter. I’m thinking about this while I’m catching up with a kindred spirit through an invisible connection from my computer to hers on the other side of the world. I’m thinking about this as I’m visiting my parents’ home for the first time since Easter and we’re sitting on the couch together with no lights on except for the multi-colored glow of the Christmas tree reflecting off handmade ornaments decades old.
I’m savoring these moments as they are all special and fleeting and precious and I want to make time for them and do them justice. Because important things not only need to be remembered but need to be relished in the moment.
I’m thinking about all this on the first day of Advent, a time when we are preparing our hearts for the coming of your Son.
I’m thinking about how I usually relish the moment that is the Advent season—cookies stuffed with peanut butter cups, white lights that look like icicles, glass ornaments, music about sleigh bells and winter wonderlands, malls with 50% off bargains, movies about humans that think they’re elves and travel to New York City and fall in love with a blonde Zooey Deschannel.
I’m thinking about all this on the first day of Advent and wondering how I can be more fully present in these fleeting four weeks before Christmas.
I’m stuffing my firefly jar too full of meaningless activities and sugar and shopping that I forget to embrace fully the sole light, the sole reason, inside. I want to savor this season because it’s special and fleeting and precious and I want to make time for Jesus’ birthday and do it justice. I want to be the person that relishes in the anticipation of You coming to earth to dwell amongst us as a baby, Emmanuel, You are with us—the Light of the world.