For some reason I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. Maybe my body isn’t used to working every day. And then there was the Eaton Center debacle from yesterday. Thea and I shopped for four hours in the busiest mall in the world.
Christmas shopping almost done. Consumerism in check.
I just watched the Charlie Brown Christmas Special all the way through for the first time in a long time. The animation is terrible… but I like the kids’ voices. They speak funny because many were too young to read some of the big words and the script had to be spelled out phonetically. So half the time they have no idea what they’re saying.
But it inspired me to reread the Christmas story from Luke 2.
About that time Caesar Augustus ordered a census to be taken throughout the Empire. This was the first census when Quirinius was governor of Syria. Everyone had to travel to his own ancestral hometown to be accounted for. So Joseph went from the Galilean town of Nazareth up to Bethlehem in Judah, David’s town, for the census. As a descendant of David, he had to go there. He went with Mary, his fiancee, who was pregnant.While they were there, the time came for her to give birth. She gave birth to a son, her firstborn. She wrapped him in a blanket and laid him in a manger, because there was no room in the hostel.
There were sheepherders camping in the neighborhood. They had set night watches over their sheep. Suddenly, God’s angel stood among them and God’s glory blazed around them. They were terrified. The angel said, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here to announce a great and joyful event that is meant for everybody, worldwide: A Savior has just been born in David’s town, a Savior who is Messiah and Master. This is what you’re to look for: a baby wrapped in a blanket and lying in a manger.” At once the angel was joined by a huge angelic choir singing God’s praises: Glory to God in the heavenly heights, Peace to all men and women on earth who please him.
As the angel choir withdrew into heaven, the sheepherders talked it over. “Let’s get over to Bethlehem as fast as we can and see for ourselves what God has revealed to us.” They left, running, and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in the manger. Seeing was believing. They told everyone they met what the angels had said about this child. All who heard the sheepherders were impressed.
Mary kept all these things to herself, holding them dear, deep within herself.
The sheepherders returned and let loose, glorifying and praising God for everything they had heard and seen. It turned out exactly the way they’d been told!
A couple of things I noticed this time:
- Mary wouldn’t be required to take part in the census as a 14-year-old Jewish girl… so Joseph probably took her because she was bursting pregnant and not married and he didn’t want to leave her alone with the gossip.
- The “good will towards men” part is probably better translated “peace to men in whom God is well-pleased.” So it’s not just a schmaltzy Christmas feeling of ooooooooh world peace but rather about Jesus bridging the relationship. Ech. I just thought of that terrible cross-bridge illustration. Terrible terrible.
My mom has made all sorts of Christmas goodies for the party on Friday. So I’m not allowed to eat them until then.
I can’t think of anything funny to write. Hmm. Frasier puked on my bed last night. We have hardwood floors in 90% of the house… but he jumps on my bed to puke. What a wonderful thing to come home to. Chunky yellow on my pillow. It had to be premeditated.
Incidentally, a woman in Oklahoma had a 14 lb, 3 oz baby on Friday. Take a moment to think about that ladies.