Christmas Isn't Christmas: A Personal Song Revue
Sitting with my church on Christmas Eve I cried. I didn't cry because it was Christmas Eve or because tomorrow was Christmas Day or even because it was the day that Jesus the Messiah was born over 2000 years ago in a little town called Bethlehem. Perhaps I cried because it was really Christmas in my heart.
Christmas Isn't Christmas 'till it happens in your heart, Somewhere deep inside you is where Christmas really starts.
For it was not too long ago that I committed my life to Jesus Christ. After that, things started to slowly get better in my life. Thirteen months ago on the day before Thanksgiving, I received a phone call and suddenly my wife and then 2 1/2 year old son were back in my life after a year and a half absence.
So give your heart to Jesus, you'll discover when you do that it's Christmas really Christmas for you.
The day before that phone call, I was participating in the bell choir and was the narrator for the songs for that Christmas performance. During the practice that Tuesday night, I had time to listen, really listen, to the words of a special song.
Jesus brings warmth like a winter fire, a light like a candle's glow; He's waiting now to come inside as He did so long ago.
I came to understand the truth in my life that night that Christmas just wouldn't be Christmas without my son and my wife back in my life.
Jesus brings gifts of truth and life and makes them bloom and grow. So welcome Him with a song of joy and when he comes you'll know... that
So one year later, I sat today with my church on Christmas Eve. My wife was now joyously playing in the bell choir and my mother was still singing with my church choir as she did the year before. I sat with my 3 ½ year old son restlessly watching the performance. Surprisingly, my mother starting speaking some words before her ensemble's performance.
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