December 23, 2010

Thanks Tiny Tim

   Last year, by a strange string of coincidences, I must have watched at least ten different versions of A Christmas Carol, and I loved it. Only today did I realize that I haven't watched even one version of that classic at all this year. But when it gets down to it, I still know my favorite part from A Christmas Carol, it's the scene where Bob Cratchit tells his wife that Tiny Tim behaved as good as gold and better, and that on the way home he had said that "he hoped the people in church who saw he was a cripple, would be pleased to remember on Christmas day who it was who made to the lame to walk."

   That line, that scene, makes the whole book/ movie for me. Because it does just what I think Charles Dickens intended it to do, it makes me shift my focus off of the Christmas "season", the lights and food and presents, and look towards Jesus, the author and perfecter of my faith. This year, as Christmas is just 25 hours from slipping into my side of the world, I am being reminded that my life is imperfect. In so many ways, I am blind, I am lame, and I am broken. But I am holding fast to the faith that says, "A day is coming when all things will be made new!" This Christmas, I am being reminded that Jesus came into the world to save it, to save me, to save me from the brokenness that takes a hold of my life so easily. I am shifting my gaze from all the glitter and glamor that so easily entices, and looking towards my Savior. 

   I absolutely love Christmas, I love this time of year, and I love celebrating not only the birth, but the life, the death, and the resurrection of Jesus. All of that celebrating, wrapped up into one big day, it doesn't get much better than that. Merry Christmas, to each and every one!