Christmas has always been the season that reawakens the kid in each one of us because of the memories it brings. For us in the islands, Christmas commences when the “ber” months begin and the celebration and soul of the season endures longer than a two year old can spell “CHRISTMAS” … but that is inevitably an exaggeration, I was just stressing my point.
In my youth, Christmas carols used to dominate the radio air waves when September set in, the tree (recyclable in the plastic sense) is freed from storage and whimsically decorated with ornaments from Christmas past and gifts are strewn under the tree mostly tagged for the youngest member of the family. After all, Christmas as they say, is truly a kid’s day of delightful surprises.
As I grew older and shied away from the revelry of Christmas, I started to marvel at the true meaning of the season. And the essence tugged deep in my heart with the understanding that Christmas is never only about gifts, celebration, sumptuous food arrays or charitable inclinations.
The real reason for Christmas is the birth of the Savior heralding the fulfillment of a divine prophecy that reigned in victory.
This truth is not a secret nor in this respect, a surprise. Because this is the heart of Christmas that each one should sincerely reflect upon and accept.
Let our faith transcend amazement, BELIEVE!
continue to be inspired by This Man’s Journey which is filled with his love for his wife and son