Friday, December 25, 2009

Christmas spirit?

At some point in the last 4 years of my life I started treating Christmas for what it really is. I stopped treating it as colorful lights and tons of presents and peppermint flavored everything and music that most people think is annoying but I just so happen to listen to year round. I started seeing it as Jesus' birthday and started putting my change into the little red buckets. So go me, right? I just became a "good person" um... wrong. Christ's birth is so much more than any other birth. The savior of the world was born a poor vulnerable child in a dirty barn and would later grow up to change the world... to save the world... to save you and me and the guy that rang up all the Christmas crap I bought today at target. He deserves so much more than a "happy birthday Jesus, man youre old, I love you. Im gonna go eat a candy cane now." He deserves so much more than we could ever give... I am still learning how to make my Christmas day, and every day for that matter a day that Jesus is praised and loved above all else. A couple days ago while sitting in my bathroom sink putting mascara on my eyeballs a song came on the radio that shook me up inside and made me want to throw up in a good way... p.s. I know I say stuff like that alot "throw up in a good way" "slapped in the face in a good way" its the only way I know how to describe the feeling... any way I urge you to listen to Francesca Battistelli's Youre Here...

Hold on now, I gotta take a deep breath
I don’t know what to say when I look in your eyes
You made the world before I was born
Here I am holding You in my arms tonight

Noel, Noel
Jesus our Emmanuel

You’re here
I’m holding You so near
I’m staring into the face of my Savior
King and Creator
You could’ve left us on our own
But You’re here

Don’t know how long I’m gonna have You for
But I’ll be watching when You change the world
Look at Your hands, they’re still so small
Someday You’re gonna stretch them out and save us all

Noel, Noel, God with us Emmanuel

You’re here, I’m holding You so near oooh oh
I’m staring into the face of my Savior
King and Creator
You could’ve left us on our own
But you’re here, you’re here

Someday I’m gonna look back on this
The night that God became a baby boy
Someday You’re gonna go home again,
But You leave your spirit and flood the world with joy

You’ll be here, I’m holding You so near
I’m staring into the face of my Savior, King and Creator
You could’ve left me on my own, but you’re here… You’re here
Hallelujah, You’re here
Hallelujah, You’re here

Oh how Mary must have felt... to be holding her beautiful helpless newborn baby and at the same time that baby created her before she was born and knows the depths of her heart. To know that those chubby little baby cheeks will someday save the world. It is impossible to put to words. So beautiful. So unimaginable. So amazing.

That is the definition of Christmas. Merry Christmas, hug your dad, tell your friends you love them, and remember that it was a little baby from Bethlehem who saved you from your self. I love you all.

Oh and side note... as I am working to worry less about giving extravagant presents I will not give up my obsession to yearlong Christmas music and things that taste like peppermint that become an addiction this time of year. that is all.


also... i really should not have been driving around town all day trying to find a Justin Beiber cd for my sister... but I just love her too much to have her go without the pre-pubescent voice of a 15 year old heart throb. Who knew that little scoop banged, hoodie wearing Canadians cd would be sold out at every freaking store in Arizona. 

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