Skip to comments.WHAT CHRISTMAS MEANS TO ME
Posted on 12/22/2009 8:23:00 AM PST by Dick Bachert
I wrote this in 1997. While the world in which many of us spent our early years has been largely turned upside down and the aches and pains of growing older become more frequent and noticeable with each passing year, the root message of the birth we arbitrarily celebrate each December 25th is timeless. It is even more vital for fallen sinners who call themselves Christians -- especially THIS one -- to embrace that message. Please pray with me that with Gods help we can return America to her roots so that our grandchildren will have the peace and simplicity that now seems to be slipping away. D.B., Christmas, 2009 (And if youve read this before, simply hit the delete key.)
What Christmas Means to Me By Dick Bachert
Around this time of year I can get a little blue. When the blues DO hit, I pull this out and reread it until I again remember what this season is REALLY all about.
May it also carry you back to those special people and times now gone and what THEY meant to YOU.
Merry Christmas -- and God bless us every one!
In a few days, much of the Christian world celebrates Christmas. Though the specific details will certainly vary, I think it's more than possible that many of you will identify with this.
For about a month now, I, like a lot of you, have found myself growing increasingly melancholy as I drift back to wonderful memories of Christmases past and loved ones now long gone. The fight to suppress that sadness becomes more difficult as the years pass. (Most of you younger readers have yet to experience this. You will some day.)
I was blessed with good parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. I never knew my mother's father. He died when I was still a baby. And, though we loved them and they loved us, my Dads folks lived 110 miles away so we didnt see them that much or know them as well as my Moms side. And having raised 5 of their own, perhaps there wasn't a great deal of them left for all those grandkids.
I smell the pungent pine aroma of a Christmas tree and suddenly I'm back in the modest living room in the little house on Hall Avenue in Lakewood, Ohio. Mom, Dad and my brother Karl, sister Jeanine and two cats and two dogs anxiously await the arrival of Grandma Grace and Aunt Helen, my mother's Mom and sister and, for a lot of reasons, next to Mom and Dad, our favorite people in the whole world.
They were not rich in any material sense, but they worked hard and on Christmas Eve made the long and, in Cleveland at that time of year, frequently treacherous trip along the southern shore of Lake Erie to the West Side. They were in show business and because they spent many hours on the road, Helen always drove the biggest car they could afford. It was usually a behemoth of a 4 door Oldsmobile.
Around 6:30 or 7 pm, we 3 kids would gravitate to the stairs facing the large full windowed front door and sit like fans in the bleachers at a ballgame. Every few minutes one of us would turn to Mom or Dad to ask: "When will they be here?" or "What time is it?" The sound of the crisp new snow crunching under the tires of each approaching car would bring us to our feet. Leaping to the door, wed press our noses to the frigid panes, hoping to be the first to spot the Olds sliding to a stop in the unique cold and gloom for which Cleveland winters are justifiably infamous.
Then the long awaited cry goes up. "THEY'RE HERE -- THEY'RE HERE!! We've had our coats on for 20 minutes and we fly down the porch stairs, slip and slide down the walk and there it is: A BACK SEAT CONTAINING 3 HUGE WICKER LAUNDRY BASKETS PILED TO THE CEILING WITH BRIGHTLY WRAPPED GIFTS! Hugs and kisses all around, a great deal of squealing and Dad and Mom and Grandma and Helen and kids struggle under the load and somehow manage to get it all into the house where it joins the sizable quantity of goodies already under the tree.
The addition of the contents of the back seat of Helen's car creates a traffic problem as the new arrivals spill out from under the tree into the archway between the living and dining rooms.
Now it's true that Christmas is about much, much more than abundance and gifts. But when the abundance and gifts are surpassed by the love that flowed between three kids and these two totally unselfish and wonderful women, it transcends the material and becomes something special. And it has helped me to understand the love God must have for us to have sent His only begotten Son to take away the sins of those of us who believe in Christ Jesus.
These two women were, as are we all, here for just a brief time and they and our folks now repose in Lakewood Park Cemetery. But even today, 40+ years later, I can still hear the merry tinkle of Helen's laughter as we opened our gifts. I can still hear my Grandmother warning me, with great gravity, that all that candy would make me sick. Of course, she was right! And as long as I live, they -- and my Dad and Mom and all the others who have gone on -- will live also.
And it is those incredibly warm memories of departed loved ones and a much simpler life that brings the melancholy this time of year -- that brings a tear when I hear one of the old carols. "O Holy Night" gets me every time. I have many favorite carols, but none so beautifully and correctly -- summarizes the true meaning of Christmas. What wonderful words:
"Long lay the world in sin and error pining, till He appeared and the soul felt His worth." A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices, For yonder breaks the new and glorious morn, Fall on your knees, Oh, hear the angel voices! Oh, night divine, Oh, night when Christ was born!
It's all there, isn't it? The sin of this fallen world! The salvation from that sin Christ offers all! The need for us to surrender to Him and His Grace for that salvation! Yeah, it's all there!!
And it is that knowledge which finally brings me out of my seasonal melancholy. That and my understanding that I now must be to MY grandchildren the positive and loving influence that my Grandmother and my Aunt Helen were to us. I'm certain that they, too, suffered the same melancholy and feelings of loss over those who had preceded them. After my Mother died, we found her early diaries. In one of them, she wrote that Helen fainted at their Dads graveside. But except for an occasional inexplicable and swiftly brushed away tear or a little crack in their voices as they spoke about their early years -- often during the playing and singing of the old carols -- it seldom visibly surfaced. They felt an obligation to keep this most joyous of seasons just that, joyous!
And so must we all who call ourselves Christians.
Oh, I'm not saying that we must never allow ourselves to shed tears for OUR departed loved ones. To do otherwise would be a futile and unhealthy effort to deny the very humanity with which God imbued us all.
But after we shed those tears, we must yield to our spiritual side and offer our praise and thanks -- and joy -- to Him for sending Jesus.
We must finally remember that our joy at this time of year flows from the fact that "God so loved the world, that He sent His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have eternal life."
You see, my temporary melancholy succumbs to the certain long-term knowledge that I'll see my dear Grandmother, my beloved Aunt Helen, my Dad and Mom and the others again some day.
In the meantime -- Happy Birthday Jesus.
And a Merry Christmas to all of you.
Dick Bachert (email@example.com) November 26, 1997
Please pray with me that with Gods help we can return America to her roots so that our grandchildren will have the peace and simplicity that now seems to be slipping away.
It will only turn around, when the Messiah of Israel returns to this earth, sets His feet on the soil of this globe, and sets up the ruling authority -- the one-world government -- that He puts into place over all nations, including the United States.
He's the Messiah of Israel, that He is coming back to earth, to set up a one-world government, with His headquarters in Jerusalem, ruling over all the nations of the world, including the United States and will rule over all who are still alive (from who are living right now today) -- and that He will definitely scrap the Constitution of the United States and make Himself the supreme ruler over all that we do.
The "day of reckoning" is coming for all of those who are trying to take over the world and put it totally under their control in an evil one-world empire. And they do admit that they want a one-world government -- their government, not God's...
When the Messiah of Israel comes back to this earth to set up His one-world government and subject all the nations of the world to His authority and rule -- He'll be making real short work of any of those yahoos... LOL...
And you can be sure that He will be utterly destroying anything to do with any of these yahoos, since whatever they say and do is a total perversion of anything to do with the Messiah of Israel.
And for sure -- we all, in this world, need the Messiah of Israel back, here on earth -- to destroy this coming one-world government and to install His own one-world government in its place.
I'm looking forward to the coming Kingdom on earth and the one-world government that the Messiah of Israel will be setting up, after He destroys, by His own hand, the present and evil one-world government that we see forming right now.
Isaiah 9:6-7 For unto us a Child is born. Unto us a Son is given; And the government will be upon His shoulder. And His name will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Of the increase of His government and peace There will be no end, Upon the throne of David and over His kingdom, To order it and establish it with judgment and justice From that time forward, even forever. The zeal of the Lord of hosts will perform this.
Very nice.....unfortunately there are too many departed loved ones in family that will not be seen again, but I rejoice that will not be the case for my children.
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