Today, I remember

I just can’t seem to get back into blogging on a regular basis. You know, like I used to. Yeah, really. Okay, on a semi-regular basis. I did actually write a couple of posts this week that have remained as yet unpublished as I worry they are a little on the whiny side.

Insecurity in blogging, as in real life.

Anyway, today I have determined to ignore the dirty dishes in the sink, at least for a little while, to turn a blind eye to my calendar and the perpetual “to do” list (on post its on the microwave, as you may remember)…and instead to spend some time being still. Certainly there are a multitude of things screaming for my attention, from the aforementioned dishes to shopping to yanking the Christmas decorations out of storage–but not now. Now, I think. I pray. I study the Word. I plan. I prepare for the devotional I will lead Tuesday night. I rest. I drink coffee. I retreat, if only for an hour or two.

So, as I sit in front of the electric heater and ponder, among other things, the mystery of the Incarnation of the Son of God, His condescension, His humiliation, and His exaltation, I am humbled and ashamed. This is Christmas, that the Son of God “made himself nothing, taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.” (Philip. 2:7-8)

I am a self described Grinch, but I wonder if I haven’t carried my Grinch claim to fame too far. True, there are things I do not like about this time of year (perhaps a mild understatement)–the crazy schedule, the shopping, the decorating, the stress over giving (and wanting to receive) the perfect gift, the materialism and consumerism, the wanting and the wishing for more, more, more–this version of Christmas makes me want to (among other things) throw up. It renders me stressed, worn out, overwhelmed, discontent and miserable.

It also renders me forgetful. I forget the wonder of God in the flesh, making His dwelling among us, so that we may see the glory of His one and only Son, Jesus. I forget that the manger means the cross and that the cross demonstrates God’s love for me in that while I am a sinner, Christ died for me. I forget the terrible price paid for my redemption, that God made Him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf in order that we might become the righteousness of God in Him.

But today, I remember.


Author: Lisa Spence

Wife, mother, Bible teacher, bibliophile, occasional blogger

12 thoughts on “Today, I remember”

  1. I’ve been feeling rather hum-buggish myself lately. This is a great reminder to not throw the baby (literally – HA!) out with the bathwater. Or the wrapping paper, as the case may be.

  2. I find myself getting caught up in the romanticism of Christmas…the songs, the sappy holiday movies (which I LOVE!) and the tidings of good cheer. Still, there’s a danger of forgetting the real reason for Christmas. Without Christ come to earth, it’s just a bunch of meaningless drivel…worldly comfort food, I suppose.Thanks for this timely message.P.S. – want me to come help you decorate?

  3. I, too, am leaving my dishes in the sink. I find myself also frustrated with what Christmas has become. So much celebration, but what are we celebrating?Good thoughts for this day.

  4. Beautiful. I’ve been working to memorize Isaiah 53, and there are times when I really, really think about what Christ has done for us that I am reduced to a heap and all I can do is weep before Him in gratitude. How I pray that weeping will change how I live day by day. And I hear you about blog insecurity, too. I’m right there with you.

  5. A couple of years ago I came to the realization that if I spent the whole seasons of Advent and Christmas complaining about what Christmas has become, I surrender my power to appreciate what Christmas IS. Nothing can change the awesomeness of the Incarnation. Taking time to be still is a wonderful way to allow yourself to recapture the wonder and amazement of that gift.I must admit though, I am with Melissa. I love all the “Christmasy” stuff. But that is partly because I have spent Christmases deep in grief and it is such a relief not to be in that place this year.

  6. Hi Lisa,You’re doing the best thing in the world to combat all that is less than wonderful about Christmas in America–contemplating Christ whose name is Wonderful!

  7. God is so big…He is able to use ANYthing for His glory! I have a friend who taught English for many years in a country that can’t be named publicly. During the Christmas season, the customs and traditions here provided an opportunity for my friend to share the gospel because part of her job was to answer students’ questions about our culture. Many found Christ through this!

  8. Well said. It’s easy to get caught up in the hustle and bustle of the season. It’s important to stop and reflect on the true meaning of Christmas, as you did in this post. I wish you and your family a very Merry Christmas.

  9. I was just telling my husband that I want to run away for the holidays. That’s all I want: to leave. Various family stresses and pressures are driving me crazy already, and I know there is going to be more to come. But I’ve been trying to slow down, to prepare my heart more than my schedule or oven or tree. I know I won’t be running away for Christmas, but maybe I can still find some rejuvenation of Spirit if I can just manage to keep my focus correctly aligned. Your post certainly helps!

  10. It is so easy to forget. I need even more than a daily reminder.Jerry Bridges says,“To preach the gospel to yourself, then, means that you continually face up to your own sinfulness and then flee to Jesus through faith in His shed blood and righteous life.”It is minute by minute during this season. Thanks for the reminder.

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