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Monday, December 24, 2012

Merry Merry!

Christmas is full of surprises, and not just the feeling you get when you open another one of these from someone you thought loved you:
There are other surprises. Like the delightful ones when you hear your children sing their versions of Christmas carols. Having no reference point they ask you to "Bring us some piggy pudding," instead of the figgy kind. Actually, bacon in a pudding would be a great improvement over figs. Yesterday, I heard Thea singing with all vigor, "Gloooooooooria, in Chelsea's Stadium!" That Chelsea. She is one lucky girl to have such announcement made in her stadium AND to own such a large piece of property.

My favorite part of Christmas, though, has to be how the story of Jesus' birth changes color every year. Just when I think I understand all the implications, that I've seen it from every angle, God is gracious enough to bump the kaliedoscope one tiny degree to the left and I see the shepherds, the angels, the manger, the baby in an entirely different light. My children help me with this, like when they rename the central characters. Meet Wise Girl:
She's the one in the middle. The bob cut gives her away.

This morning, we talked about why on earth God might send angels with the greatest news in the universe to shepherds. Stinky men hanging out with animals known for their stupidity. It seems an inauspicious beginning to the long-awaited rescue of all humankind. Thea said she thought the shepherds would be good at telling everybody. Ana thought they were like David, least likely to be heroes but perfect for giant slaying. Mitch said God likes ordinary people a lot.

All good and perfect gifts come from the Father of Light, right? Oh, what a rescue! What a way to enter the darkness and the muck and the mire! A small, hungry, wide-eyed infant, accompanied only by a cold night and sky full of angels. What a beginning, indeed.

Merry Christmas, dear friends. May the God who knows how to break through the darkness shine His light right into ours, filling our dirty, needy hearts with a redemption so shocking, we're still spinning the kaleidoscope two thousand years later.

Gloria in Chelsea's Stadium!


  1. One of my favorite kid-carols is Ashlyn's version of Deck the Halls. It includes the line, "Don Vienna, get a barrel!" (Don we now our gay apparel) Not sure what he's supposed to get a barrel of, or what he's to do with it, but she feels quite certain that he needs to get one. :)
    Merry Christmas!

  2. So, so awesome, Heather.

    I love Don Vienna. He's such a merry guy!

    Happy Christmas to you and your sweet family!


  3. Not Christmas related, but along the out of the mouths of babes line, when she was young, my niece was convinced that the line in the fairy tale was, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of the mall?" Nothing i could say changed her mind.

  4. My granddaughter was helping put up the nativity scene this year, we have an angel holding a banner that says "Gloria". As she put the angel in place she said, "Gloria looks tired". I'm sure it's exhausting bringing good news of great joy to a bunch of shepherds!
    Merry Christmas!!

  5. Gracelyn and Lydia sang the same line over and over and over again while we tooled around Target. Now, I can't remember which one but they did it. :)

  6. Love the Wise Girl. OF COURSE. :)