Christmas Isn’t For Sissies

An ultimate selfless time.

Christmas is about something fairly powerful. It’s about someone who gave their only son to come to this earthly world and die for all of us. This is the Christian view of Christmas. In the Bible verse, John 3:16–17 it says, “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.” Certainly, that is what Christians are aware of during Christmas. Would any of us do the same? Would we give our up our only child or even one of our children as a ‘sacrifice” for others? Or if we had no children of our own to give, would we perchance hang on a cross ourselves for people we do not know? I doubt it.

I’d say that Christmas is not a time for sissies. It’s a time to love unconditionally. To love others we’ve never even met. To not judge nor be cruel to any of our neighbors. How many of us can say we can do this or have done this? Probably none of us.

Does it take an internal strength to love and judge not? Perhaps, but even more so, if we are called to assist another, do we walk away? If someone who is a stranger needs our help, do we turn our backs on that person?

Christmas isn’t about being kind to each other for one day a year. Or even going to church one day out of the entire year, just to feel the “Christmas spirit.” Christmas is about loving our fellow man all year long and helping others ALL YEAR LONG. How many of us can actually do this? How selfless is this suggestion? Very! Is it difficult? Probably. It’s because we have to set our own needs aside to be there for another person. For most, this is almost impossible. “And why should I help someone I don’t know?” “Why should I lay down my life for a stranger?” “Is it necessary to be so giving when I have so little?”

The reason it’s imperative to do these things is because we are all interconnected. How many times in our lives have we muttered, “It’s a small world!” What are the chances of my daughter going to Guatemala and seeing the very same street performer she used to see on Pearl St. Mall in Boulder? Slim to none, but she did. My husband is 63 years old. He recently wrote a blog about his playdays under the bleachers at the Macey Powwow in NE when he was 4 years old. A man who was under those very same bleachers and played “cowboys and Indians” with him, saw the blog and wrote him. What are the chances of that? Well, it happened. I could go on and on. A woman who lost her daughter in a car accident said to me one time, “there are no coincidences.”

The man that you walk away from who asks for your help, you may say to yourself, “I’ll never see him again.” Can you truly be THAT sure about your statement? This world is much smaller than you think. Chances are, you could run into that person again in a lifetime and the longer you live, the greater the chances are. The smallest act of kindness can be the largest piece of another person’s heart that day. They may remember what you did for the rest of their life.

But is that the real reason we should display kindness to anyone? Because we might run into them in a year, few years, ten years…at one moment in time? No. That’s not the reason. There are people out there who are actually wondering what it might be like to know you. Someone, somewhere is dreaming right now of knowing or meeting someone JUST LIKE YOU. I’m not intending this as a romantic gesture. This could mean a simple friendship as well.

From the dawn of time, man relied on others for survival and strength. Strength is always found in numbers and is integral for survival. It is an innate need for all of us to be connected to one another. No man is an Island. Contrary to the song, “I am a rock, I am an Island,” by Simon and Garfunkel is incorrect. No man is. We are too intelligent to NOT realize this. Even animals seek their own kind and many species often mate for life.

Christmas is also about accepting gifts. Sure, we go to Walmart and buy the kids a few toys, but we also receive gifts at Christmas time. Receiving the Christian gift of God’s Agape love and accepting this gift is paramount. When we live in the present, we can truly say we are at peace. God is ultimately saying, “You are not alone, and I am always with you.” His sheer presence is a gift we can all cherish and feel warm about. Sure, life is very lonely at times. Even when we live in a big city with thousands of people around us each day, we can very much feel alone. But we’re assured with God’s love, that we are never alone. We are more important than a sparrow and the Bible tells us that He knows where each sparrow is and that each is fully accounted for. How much more important are we than a sparrow?

None of us can retrieve yesterday. “I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.” George Bernard Shaw. Life does that to all of us. With each day, we are turned and crumpled. Life a leaf tossed in the wind, because that is life. We live, and that’s how we all learn. As we go along, we most certainly change. We can change for the good or we can go a different and selfish way. This wisdom we acquire by living stays with us for a lifetime. Regrets have no place in the present. They were once things we truly needed and wanted at that time. Let them go.

Hating someone is a shackle that will prevent you from seeing what is important in front of you. Love and let it go. Make room for beauty and growth.

Bitterness towards others only hampers an ability to see and feel clearly. Who doesn’t want to be aware of what’s in store for us? Accept the good that is offered now and step forward.

Christmas will come and go each year, but what is truly important? What is truly important is that we take care of ourselves so we can be the best we can be for our world and for others. It’s a tough thing to do. When we think about how a single man changed our world forever, we think about a man who was crucified for us.

We also have the capability in our daily lives to change someone else’s life—even if it’s for a moment.

I’d say this is not for sissies.