I’ve always loved Christmas.
Long before I had a clue about Jesus, when Christmas was all about Santa, Rudolph, & ToysToysToys, there was always a magic about the holiday that set it apart from the others. Becoming a Christian years later only deepened my love for the holiday, as I – apart from the gifts & parties – solemnly celebrated God’s unique engagement with the world some 2000 years ago. Having children – yet again – took Christmas to a whole new level: now able to see more clearly God’s love for His children – and His unique Son – put a whole new perspective on Jesus’ birth.
This year’s Christmas set a new standard for me.
We got Christmas gift-giving out of the way days before Christmas itself. Every day Christmas week we unveiled another batch of gifts: first from my Mother & step-Father; next from my Father & step-Mom, then from various grandparents, aunts, & uncles; next our immediately local family, & on Christmas morning we took care of the immediate family: Cyle, the boys, & myself. Then we went to “Pipie” (pronounced “Pee-Pie”) & “Aly”‘s house for the real merriment.
After dinner, we all gathered in front of the fireplace at the Tucker homestead & began sharing dreams/callings, & what God-gifts we felt we would most need to make those dreams a reality for the upcoming year – then we prayed for them. Well, we didn’t EXACTLY just pray for them – with Mack & Alyson Tucker, and James Goll in the same room, along with family and friends, that’s just not going to happen in the “normal” way. We had – in essence – a revival meeting. Gifts were being prayed for, proclaimed, called out, & prophesied – people were being freed up/loosed, and commissioned – challenged, encouraged, & CHANGED right then & there. It was what Christmas probably should always be: a time of new birth, new seasons – a time of NEW.
Kenimer, our 6 year old, wasn’t going to be passed over by any means, so he came in and said “I want to be prayed for”, requested a gift of the Spirit, & sat down in our midst as hands stretched forth & voices rose to heaven. Jealous of his brother, Tucker plopped down & simply asked for the fruit of the Spirit – something God would LOVE to give him, so we prayed for that too!
These are the moments I live for – that remind me why I am alive. Thank you, Jesus, for the NEW… we stand expectant.