PC can mean more than politically correct. Two weeks post Christmas, also PC, calls for an assessment of the recent festivities and the aftermath. Since ten of us gathered in North Carolina to celebrate, we began with Grandpa reading the words of Luke 2, reminding ourselves of the real reason for our celebration. We opened gifts for a while on Christmas morning, delighting in the “oohs” and “ahhs” of the little ones, and expressing thanks to the thoughtfulness of choices made for each other. Grandma enjoyed the fact that the 15-month-old who loved tissue paper in the morning, returned faithfully to his favorite book later in the day.
When new books were opened, two of the little girls wanted to hear about Eloise right then, so we stopped unwrapping and read.
More intricate gifts were exciting, but would become a special project with Daddy when the younger ones napped that afternoon.
In the days following Christmas Day, we visited SciWorks, the Children’s Museum and a trampoline park, making the most of our limited time together.
Now, two weeks after the Christmas and New Year’s celebrations, with the turkey and ham leftovers finished, decorations taken down and , hopefully, stored away, and the new toys already in need of fresh batteries, most of the country plunged into the Polar Vortex. ow long ago the holidays seem.
Even if temperatures had not dipped as they did, we realize that all too soon the newest toy or the most glittering Christmas trip dulls. Kids discover they are not the center of all things; squabbling and whining can echo through school halls and homes while adults face PC bills arriving daily.
We’d all do well to catch a higher perspective, actually, God’s perspective. He loves us with an everlasting love. Our worth is not in oursleves, new toys or experiences, but in the One God sent to save us.
What was God’s cost? The Message paraphrases I Peter 1:17-19 this way:
Your life is a journey you must travel with a deep consciousness of God.
It cost God plenty to get you out of that dead-end, empty-headed life you grew up in.
He paid with Christ’s sacred blood, you know. He died like an unblemished, sacrificial lamb.
If Post Christmas leaves any of us feeling left out, if the doldrums of winter have us in a slump, we need to focus on the way God sees us. Let His perspective, which is the only accurate picture, change the way we see ourselves. Now that will bring a Happy New Year.