As I start my countdown to Christmas, I am reminded of Christmas'
past.
They affect my five senses.
My
sight takes in the sparkling, glittering lights as they
adorn homes and streets.
What child
could not be fascinated by the many different colors of Christmas?
My ears continue to take in the
sound of harmonious voices
being lifted in carol, telling of the magic of a Savior being born and laying in a manager and the angels proclaiming,
"A Savior is born!" This Savior is truly the
Christmas spirit and the best gift on earth.
My sense of
smell takes me back to my childhood when there was
always the scent of cinnamon and the smell of mellowing apples and ripeing
oranges coming from some hidden, unknown
cabinet.
Then there was always the
scent of fresh-cut cedar waiting to dry out from weeks of filling the room with
multi-colored lights which were shedding their delightful glow throughout the room.
My sense of
taste was always overwhelmed with sugar coatings
from snow-white divinity, the brewing of hot cocoa, and , of course, those
fruit filled cakes
Then there is my sense
of
touch. I still remember the prick of
fresh cut cedar, loving hugs as family wished each other "Merry Christmas",
and most of all, the whisker scratches across
my cheek as Santa woke me to the joy of Christmas morning with a "Ho-Ho-Ho."
As we make even more memories every Christmas season, these
early memories never leave us, but the one memory that stays forever in the
forefront is when I realized that Jesus is the true reason for the season and,
without Jesus, there would be no Christmas.
I often wonder what Jesus' first Christmas was like and what
effected this new-born baby's
senses.
Within His
sight, could He see the bright
star directing the wise toward His location? Could He
hear the angels singing the song proclaiming,
"A Savior is born?"
Could He
smell the dusty scent of barnyard hay as it covered His manager bed?
Could
He
taste the dust laden hay that surrounded Him.
Could He already
feel the nails that would
eventually pierce His hands as He laid down His life for mankind?
Regardless of all
this, Jesus really didn't care.
He came
with a purpose, and He came to fulfill that purpose.
He died and He arose and I was saved because
of it.
Merry Christmas to All!