A Miracle Christmas
It’s amazing how our themes over the past years have made a statement to our family, friends and neighbors of the joy of Christ’s birth and the freedom we engage in when we celebrate together. It all started over ten years ago at Thanksgiving when we all placed a theme in a basket and Father pulled out the winning suggestion for a Christmas Eve celebration. That first year the chosen theme was Germany and we had one month to study German Christmas traditions and foods we would prepare. The following years we got a little sillier with Cajun cooking complete with overalls and braids in our hair and blackened teeth. Then came an elegant Victorian Old-Fashioned Christmas, A Polish Christmas, and the year an Italian theme required us to dress up like the Sopranos. One year our girls invited one of their funniest college chums who entertained us all night long and our sides hurt from laughing at his jokes and playing games well into the wee hours of morning. I’ll never forget the Christmas of the Brothers and how our theme beckoned us to research African-American foods.
Several years ago, we featured 60’s music and called our celebration “Retro Christmas.”
And how about the Roaring 20’s Murder Mystery Dinner game we played one year?
One early December, the neighbors visited for coffee and asked us to announce the theme that was recently drawn out of the basket. We told them that the winning entry turned out to be a GI Christmas and we were all looking for camouflage clothing and combat boots. We ate MRE’s that year. As I look back, it turned out to be a favorite memory for us. One of our girls invited a vet from Desert Storm who shared scary sniper stories with us; we shared the love of our savior with him.
I don’t know why we make such a big deal about Christmas themes with our celebration on the Eve. I credit our girls for their creativity, their backgrounds in drama and their savvy ability to talk their parents into costumes and menu planning every year. I’m proud to be a member of this kooky family. The girls have reached out to many displaced friends and welcomed them into our home with open arms knowing their father and I will humble ourselves and rise up to the challenge each year to have fun, eat a lot of different foods but most importantly, share the love of Jesus with anyone who joins our festive night.
This year no theme was drawn out of a basket. Instead, the Holy Spirit seemed to hover over my daughters and we planned “A Miracle Christmas.” Many are in need of a miracle this year. Already, we have received prayer requests from our individual circle of friends and family that need a supernatural touch from our savior. We look forward to collecting even more requests and placing them in a gold decorative box we have sitting under our tree. Excitement escalates as we think about our family gathering together and praying for others who have serious needs. We chose not to buy gifts this year. Our gift is intercession and belief in a God that can do the miraculous for His people. Please let me know if you, dear reader, want us to put your request in the gold box for that night.
“This salvation, which was first announced by the Lord, was confirmed to us by those who heard him. God also testified to it by signs, wonders, and various miracles, and gifts of the Holy Spirit distributed according to His will.” Hebrews 2:4
A Christmas of miracles, I can’t wait!
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