What We Give

Christmas time is upon us, and I have been reading the usual Christian posts: the real reason for the season, the Pagan roots of the holiday, the reasons why we should or shouldn’t celebrate, Scripture quotes. The usual. I have been thinking about what the true meaning of Christmas has become to me while being up at this very unusual hour of the morning. I agree that Jesus is the reason, but this morning I have realized that it goes much deeper than that for me.

When I was bent on religion, I would argue and debate with the rest over why we should or shouldn’t celebrate, but things have changed. I tend to think less like the Pharisee these days. Why debate? It only causes trouble. Someone is going to shoot you down while others will agree…

Yada, yada yada.

Christmas comes down to one simple thing to me: a celebration of the heart of Christ. 

Do you ever stop to think about why you give, why you share, and why you are with family or the ones you care about during this time of year? Why you find comfort in being around those who provide a warmth that you treasure? Isn’t it love?

When I was growing up, and really, up until recent years, I never knew the true definition of love. It was just a mushy emotion. It was really just like any other emotion. I felt it when I had relationships with women, had it towards family, had it when I found something pleasing within the world, and I also thought I had known what being in love with someone was truly about. I can honestly say that it has been within the last two years or so within this journey with Christ that I have learned the true definition of love — His love; Agape love. Once I truly understood the highest form of love that stems directly from the Lord, I have slowly been learning how to share it. I have gradually been able to not only be a messenger of His love in my daily walk, but also able to see His Word in a different light. Scripture seems to show an eloquence I had never recognized before understanding His love.

Do you know this love that I speak of?

It really comes down to the fruits of His Spirit (Gal. 5:22-23). It is really the heart of God. The heart of God is really what the day we celebrate here all boils down to.

I have been blessed with a very loving Christian family. I have seen the family grow in many great ways since I met my wife. We have all grown towards the Lord in so many great ways, and honestly, I can see the fruits of His Spirit in each one of them. Each one of us have produced some pretty good fruit throughout the years. All of us are learning as we go, and mistakes are made, but that is the beauty of grace. We are gracefully accepted by the Lord through Christ, so we gracefully (sometimes stubbornly, with a hint of those dang emotions) accept each other.

It will be nice showing the love that He provides throughout the next few days. I praise God for His truths that I have found within this ever-changing, newly-conditioned heart within me.

Merry Christmas!



4 thoughts on “What We Give

  1. Setting Jesus Christ as our example, the One to who’m we can never repay, we realize that while were sinners, Christ died for us. The greatest act of Love, but also, Jesus Christ, who is everything, left His place on high to become nothing. To dwell among His creation born as a child and living as we live that we might comprehend who God IS.
    This type of Love is what should implore us to Love as Christ Loves.
    I’m in total agreement with you brother.
    From me, my wife and our 4 boys, a very Merry Christmas to you and yours.
    May Jesus continue to bless you all and prosper you over the holidays and beyond Damon.
    Much Peace and Love IN the name of Jesus Christ

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