Old Saint Nick Loves Jesus

Today’s post is one I wrote as a guest blogger for Devotional Diva a couple years ago. I hope you enjoy and Merry Christmas!

Ready or not, the holiday season is upon us once again. Costco is in full swing mode, every aisle filled with all you need for “the most wonderful time of the year.”

Yes, I am writing this the day after Halloween, but who’s paying attention to that? Although it is the most wonderful time of the year and I absolutely LOVE Christmas, there once was a time I dreaded it.

A few years back, while standing in the checkout line at a local grocery store, a kind woman asked my three-year-old sons, “What is Santa bringing you this year?” They simply stared at her, dumbfounded by her question. I scrabbled to bridge the awkward silence, “We haven’t really talked about that yet, have we, boys?” It was a true statement – we hadn’t talked about Santa yet.

Because we didn’t celebrate Santa. You see, I grew up understanding the meaning of Christmas to be all out Jesus. My siblings and I didn’t visit Santa at the mall or fill out wish lists to mail to Him at the north pole or set out cookies and milk on Christmas Eve. And I’m okay with that; I enjoy celebrating Christmas for what it is – Jesus’ Birthday.

But, wanting to avoid future awkward grocery-store-checkout-line conversations, I began researching the history of Christmas and Santa. Why Do We Call It Christmas? by Phil Vischer beautifully explained how the Santa we know today evolved from Saint Nicholas, a Catholic Bishop who generously gave to his community in need.

Once, he tossed a money bag into the house window of a few poor girls and the coins landed in the stockings they had hung out to dry. Hence our tradition of stocking-stuffers. Saint Nick gave to others because of what God had given him – the gift of salvation through Jesus.

As I read the book to by sons, warm, fuzzy feelings filled my heart because nothing the world does to secularize Christmas will eliminate the root of it all – Jesus’ birth.

Now, we are prepared for the holiday season – my sons know who who Santa is and I don’t mind celebrating him – because doing so doesn’t take away from Jesus when we understand history. And God wouldn’t have it any other way!

5 Little Things To Find Joy In This Season

The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy.
Psalm 126:3

While running errands recently, I couldn’t help but notice the excitement of the season growing within me. Yes, Halloween was just a couple weeks ago, but the stores are bursting with sights, smells, and tastes of the holidays. And I love it. The next six weeks will include my birthday, Thanksgiving, and Christmas and during those times, I will get to visit with many friends and family members.

Although the temptation to be overwhelmed by the upcoming busyness of the season is in full force, pausing to find joy in the little things may be just what we need to make it through. Here are five little things I’ve found joy in so far:

Cinnamon
Cinnamon is the smell of the season. From brooms, to sticks, to potpourri, the warmth wafts gently into my nose as I enter the local grocery store. The inviting scent begs me to take some home. I’m reminded of pecan cinnamon rolls freshly baked on Christmas morning and red hot candies decorating cut-out cookies. Joy is found in the aroma of a spice mentioned in Song of Songs 4:13-14 –  Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits, with henna and nard, nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree, with myrrh and aloes and all the finest spices. What familiar smells remind you of the holidays?

Toasted White Chocolate Mocha
For those of us who love sweet coffee beverages, welcome to taste bud heaven. Yes, I’m talking about pumpkin spice lattes, peppermint mochas, and caramel brulee frappicinos! I had forgotten how delicious the Toasted White Chocolate Mocha was until that day I was running errands. For those of you who haven’t tried one, imagine a perfectly toasted marshmallow smothered in white chocolate, drizzled with caramel, and topped with a dollop of whipped cream. They’re like Christmas in a cup. Oh wait, that’s actually unsweetened cinnamon light soy lattes… Regardless, my tongue found intense joy in the flavor of the beverage, a sweetness likened to the decrees of the Lord, which are more precious than pure gold and sweeter than honey from the honeycomb (Psalm 19:9-10)

Advent Calendars
I see them in a variety of styles and themes – advent calendars. They count down the 24 days leading up to the much-anticipated morning of gift-giving. And although Christmas is nearly commercialized beyond recognition, we can see the true meaning peeking through these advent calendars – the picture of Mary and Joseph gazing upon Jesus in the manger, the shepherds visiting as the sheep peacefully linger under a bright star in the midnight sky. The countdown symbolizes the foretelling of Jesus’ arrival as found in Isaiah 7:14 – Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign: The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and will call him Immanuel. A joyful smile makes its way onto my face as I see Christ upon the grocery store shelf.

Jingle Bells
Typically, I’m a stickler for waiting to listen to Christmas music until Black Friday. However, on this particular outing, I welcomed the sound of Jingle Bells overhead because it went nicely with what I was smelling, tasting, and seeing. You see, Christmas is the only time when playing “Christian” music is acceptable in secular realms. It’s not uncommon to hear Joy to the World, O Holy Night, and Mary Did You Know? while navigating the sale racks at Old Navy. For some, this may be the only time they hear the good news of Jesus’ birth as announced by the angels in Luke 2 – “Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” (v. 11-12) Rejoice in the message of hope available to all!  Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.” (v. 13-14) May we, too, be filled with the joy of the angels as we embrace the sounds of Christmas – even if it is before Thanksgiving.

Greeting Cards
And last but not least, those greeting cards. During my outing, perusing an aisle of greeting cards brought back memories of how much fun it is to receive old-school snail mail from friends and families. Our refrigerator quickly fills up with sturdy, card stock notes capturing happy moments. The style, shape, and size may all differ, but the message is the same – wishing you and yours a season of happiness and merriment. We can appreciate the efforts of others to spread cheer even when our lives are less than happy. Perhaps the loss of a loved one is making it exceptionally difficult to be joyful this year. Even then, our hearts can be touched as our fingertips contact the paper – a physical reminder of the reason for the season, Jesus. May we be as excited as Elizabeth and exclaim: As soon as the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the baby in my womb leaped for joy. (Luke 1:44)

So if the approaching holiday season is feeling overwhelming, burdensome, or simply dreadful, find hope in the appreciation of little things. Find moments of reprieve in ordinary places, while doing mundane tasks, amidst a daily routine. For it’s the joy found in these little things that makes the big things a bit smaller.

 

Old Saint Nick Loves Jesus

via Daily Prompt: Saintly

Ready or not, the holiday season is upon us once again. Costco has been in full swing mode for the past month, every aisle filled with all you need for “the most wonderful time of the year”.

Although it is the most wonderful time of the year and I absolutely LOVE Christmas, there once was a time I dreaded it.

It started after an encounter while standing in the checkout line at a local grocery
store. A kind woman innocently asked my three-year-old sons, “What is Santa bringing you for Christmas?”

They simply stared at her, dumbfounded by the question.

I scrabbled to bridge the awkward silence, “We haven’t really talked about that yet, have we, boys?”

It was a true statement – we hadn’t talked about Santa yet. Because we didn’t celebrate Santa. You see, I grew up understanding the meaning of Christmas to be all out Jesus. My siblings and I didn’t visit Santa at the mall or fill out wish lists to mail to Him at the north pole or set out cookies and milk on Christmas Eve.

And I’m okay with that; I enjoy celebrating Christmas for what it is – Jesus’ Birthday.

But, wanting to avoid future awkward grocery-store-checkout-line conversations, I began
researching the history of Christmas and Santa. I found a children’s book, Why Do We Call It Christmas? by Phil Vischer. It beautifully explained how the Santa we know today evolved from Saint Nicholas, a Catholic Bishop who generously gave to his community in need. Once, he tossed a money bag into the house window of a few poor girls, the coins landing in the stockings they had hung out to dry. Hence, our tradition of stocking-stuffers.

Saint Nick gave to others out of love, just as John 13:34 commands: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. Because of God’s great love for us, He gave the gift of salvation through his Son, Jesus.

As I read the book to by sons, warm, fuzzy feelings filled my heart because nothing the world does to secularize Christmas will eliminate the root of it all – Jesus’ birth.

Now, we are prepared for holiday season – my sons know who who Santa is and I don’t mind celebrating him – because doing so doesn’t take away from Jesus when we understand history.

And God wouldn’t have it any other way!