Every weekday morning, I drop Rooster off at his school and go straight from there to my own school.
I walk into my classroom, boot up my computer, and get Pandora going. If you’re not familiar with Pandora, it is a free, online web site. You can customize the virtual radio station to play your favorite songs or genres.
I have my account set to play Contemporary Christian music.
This morning, the first song I heard was this…
Although I have listened to this song before (in fact, I have most of the words memorized), I was moved to tears.
I went onto YouTube and listened to the song again…this time watching the video.
Oh my gosh. More tears.
During the Christmas season, we typically focus on the birth of Jesus; however, I am afraid that we sometimes get stuck worshiping the baby. It’s usually at Easter when we look at Jesus, the man.
Everything surrounding the birth of Christ foreshadowed His death, which would follow a mere thirty three years later.
I don’t know why this point is hitting home with me so much more this year. I suspect it is because I teach at a Muslim school, where Jesus is only thought of as a prophet.
It is almost as if my senses have been heightened. Some of the kids are curious about Christmas, and I fielded a few questions this week…especially about the commercialism of the holiday.
I read a few blogs, and several people have mentioned being stressed by the craziness of the season.
And there I sit, every single weekday, in my small green classroom…which functions as the center of my world right now.
In some ways, I feel detached from the festivities that surround the holiday.
I don’t have time to shop. I am scrambling…putting the finishing touches on this term’s lesson plans while, at the same time, doing my best to get ahead on next term’s.
As a result, I think that Christmas has been stripped down a bit.
Do I mind?
Not really.
I don’t think that I am lacking in Christmas cheer. I think that my focus is simply different.
I teach five classes that are comprised of children who do not understand that Christmas is so much more than pretty lights, trees, and ribbons.
Christmas is about the most precious gift that was ever bestowed on man…God in human form.
He humbled Himself and came to us in the form of a baby boy. This child would grow up and ultimately give up His life, of His own free will, for a world of sinful people.
This is what makes me cry when I hear the song above. God did not just create us and leave us alone, knowing that our sins would lead us to spend eternity in hell.
No.
He remembered us.
He planned our redemption from the very moment He created the world.
The very least we can do is remember Him.
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