The Charlie Brownest

No, really.  I’m serious.

I barely put up a tree (never did put any ornaments on it), I avoided some holiday get-togethers, and to be honest I just wanted all the merriment to go away.

But just barely.

2012 was a year where it felt like we faced more challenges than victories.  Where some of my most valuable possessions- my family’s safety and my own integrity- were threatened.  Where I was smacked in the face with realizations that people you love deeply aren’t always what you thought they’d be.  Where we had to make the kinds of decisions no one should ever be faced with.  In 2012 I clawed through a faith crisis that no one really knew about.  But mostly last year I was a scrooge because I was so very aware of so much hurt, poverty, and loss in the lives of others that it seemed wrong to celebrate. 

Sure, it sounds melodramatic, I guess it was at the time.  As if a crusade against Christmas could fix the hurt I saw-  I know it sounds ridiculous.  But I’m sharing this piece of my heart now because I’m not sure I’ll ever see Christmas the same way again thanks to that season of joy-less-ness.

This year, I decorated my home the week before Thanksgiving.
This year I soaked up getting out every single ornament and putting up garland, and tying bows.
This year I loved planning out our family advent calendar.
And letting the kids decorate this tree.

This year, I’m celebrating.

This year, long before the season actually arrived, the LORD gave me a picture to celebrate.  A picture of transformation and of hope in waiting.  I wrote about that picture of a parade on this blog and many of you could relate.  With that picture I began a Charlie Brown search for purpose in Christmas.

Transformation began with remembering the reason for the season.  I bet Charlie Brown already knew the story- about a baby named Jesus.  But maybe he needed some help remembering.  And not just remembering the part about the humble beginnings of that baby, but maybe especially the part about the enormous celebration.

And that’s what did it for me this year.  Remembering the JOY.  Can’t you picture the party?  Angels proclaiming, shepherds rejoicing and dancing in the fields, a star shining brightly in the sky, a proud momma and papa kissing that sweet baby face for the very first time.

Jesus did come humbly.
But he also came so very celebrated.
With GREAT JOY!

There was great joy because for the first time the hurts of the world, every single fear, all the poverty and all of the loss had HOPE, there was a Redeemer.  And it was joy for all people…A savior born!

What hasn’t changed for me this Christmas is that I still know of many whose deepest Christmas wish can’t be wrapped and placed under a tree.  There are desires that weigh heavily on my heart- I wish I could give gifts like forever homes for children, like safety for deployed loved ones.  If I only I could wrap up restored marriages, and healing for grieving hearts.  It would be awesome to mail gifts like an assurance of a next meal or like true freedom from abuse or addiction.  These are gifts I can neither give nor wish into being.

But I believe there is a Redeemer.  I believe in miracles- those I’ve seen and those I await.

Which is why more than anything, this Christmas, I want the WORLD…or at least my little world…to see us CELEBRATE.  I don’t want anyone to misperceive our belief to be that the more we experience hurt, frustration, disappointment, or grief means the less we celebrate Christmas.

While I know its a crazy ridiculously fine balance- in some ways I think this means we have to celebrate in a way the world can recognize.  Maybe it means I put up a giant tree.  Maybe it means we give gifts to teachers and friends.  Maybe it means we wear matching Christmas outfits and take festive pictures.  Because this is a PARTY.  And maybe by celebrating we won’t lose the spirit of Christmas- maybe instead we’ll lead others straight into it.  We may not celebrate by romping in the field with our sheep, but maybe we’ll celebrate by romping down the street to look at Christmas lights.  And there, in a whisper, I’ll hear my sweet little girl remind us all, “At Christmas we celebrate that Jesus is born!”  And I’ll answer, “That’s right, baby.  We certainly do.  We definitely celebrate!”

This year, we CELEBRATE.  Like the angels did.  Like the shepherds did.  Like the Wisemen and Mary and Joseph did.  Because Jesus came humbly.  But he also came CELEBRATED.

This year, may you embrace miracles.  Those you’ve seen and those you await.
May you celebrate with great Joy.
Because long ago a savior was born.
Lets lead people to Him with our celebrations this Christmas.

ABL

I love our little Charlie Brown tree in these pictures.
As a gentle reminder of the spirit of this season, it makes me smile every time I pass by.
It leans a little and the lights don’t match (one blue strand proudly placed in the middle).
There’s a paper chain unfinished because its crafter got distracted.
But I love this tree that was all RRL and I could afford for our first Christmas.
I love that we dragged it out of the attic this year for our kids to enjoy.
I love that it’s imperfect. And I love the joy my kids are finding in transforming it.