It’s the morning of Christmas (just seven minutes past midnight), and I can hear a barrage of fireworks cracking just right outside my window. This signals the dawn of a new day. Now this is not just any day by the way, it’s the day we choose to celebrate the birth of Our Lord Jesus Christ. December the 25th.
To some it’s just another day in the history of Christmas (it’ll pass), To some others it’s a day for Thanks giving, To another set it’s a day to unwind and at the same time paste love messages on their Time lines, a Love they neither have an intention nor idea of expressing. I mean I woke up this morning reading a contact’s post on my Blackberry feeds;
“ping if you have booze… oya lets start consuming / Much love at Christmas”
It just says it all. some believe it’s a time to make requests (I did this in the past), To some others it’s a time to change wardrobe, Some Poultry lovers will agree with me that it’s a time to unleash with reckless abandon their love for, roasted, fried, boiled, steamed, grilled, parboiled and even burnt Chicken. A lot of people carry a twisted image of Christmas.
Beyond the season of Celebration which is characterized by a lot of eating and drinking, let us remember it was a time when the King who had all and who is all came down to identify with the poor, needy, the hopeless and hungry. He could have been born in the best of palaces, (probably the city of David), but he chose to be born in a manger a lowly place in the midst of livestock. While many of us had a cot or maybe a bed right there at birth , all he had was a manger(a trough or open box in a stable designed to hold feed or fodder for livestock) He chose a hometown whose slogan was “Can any thing good come out of Nazareth?”
While we celebrate this day, let’s take our time to identify with the poor the needy around us, the broken, the rejected the abandoned, the hopeless who see no reason in the season, the Chibok girls and their families, the children who have no home to go to for Christmas, the numerous dead hacked to death in Northern Nigeria, the 104 children killed by terrorists in the Middle East, the people who have black Christmases because of a disaster of some sorts they link to that day. Let’s help to make new memories.
Christmas is not just a getaway holiday that should be centered on us it’s a period of time when the life of others matter. Isn’t that the reason Christ came for at Christmas anyway? Lets have a different Christmas this year. Don’t hold back! Share and Love unconditionally for it was a period that God did for us what we couldn’t do for ourselves .
Lets have it different this year for THE TRUE CELEBRATION OF CHRISTMAS LIES WITH BEING TO OTHERS WHAT CHRIST HAS BEEN TO US.
Merry Christmas blogfolks. I love you all.
