Lesson taught by Jeanine M.
Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt.
Crumpit,
He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump
it!
“Pooh-Pooh to the Whos!” he was grinch-ish-ly
humming.
“They’re finding out now that no Christmas is
coming!
“They’re just waking up! I know just what
they’ll do!
“Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
“Then the Whos down in Who-ville will all cry
Boo-Hoo!
“That’s a noise, “grinned the Grinch,
“That I simply MUST hear!”So
he paused. And the Grinch put his hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow …
But the sound wasn’t sad!
Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn’t be so!
But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at Who-ville!
The Grinch popped his eyes!
Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the
small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN‘T stopped Christmas from coming!
IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold
in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: “How could it
be so?”
“It came without ribbons! It came without tags!
“It came without packages, boxes or bags!”
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler
was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t
before!
(Dr. Suess, How the Grinch Stole
Christmas,
New York: Random House, 1957.)
Part of the purpose for telling the
story of Christmas is to remind us that Christmas doesn’t come from a store.
One impression which has
persisted with me is that this is a story of intense poverty. I wonder if Luke
did not have some special meaning when he wrote not “there was no room in the inn” but specifically that “there was
no room for them in the inn.”
We cannot be certain, but
it is my guess that money could talk in those days as well as in our own. I
think if Joseph and Mary had been people of influence or means, they would have
found lodging even at that busy time of year.
Video: Do You Have Room?
The wise men did come
later bearing gifts, adding some splendor and wealth to this occasion, but it
is important to note that they came from a distance, and when they came Jesus
was “a young child,” and the family was living in “a house”.
Perhaps this provides an
important distinction we should remember in our own holiday season. Maybe the
purchasing, making, wrapping and the decorating-- those generous expressions of
our love at Christmas—should be separated, from the more quiet, personal
moments when we consider the meaning of the Baby (and his birth) who prompts
the giving of such gifts.
In some of our lives the
manger has already been torn down to allow for discount store specials on gold,
frankincense, and myrrh. I do not mean this to sound—like a modern-day Scrooge.
The gold, frankincense, and myrrh were humbly given and appreciatively
received, and so they should be, every year and always.
But for that very reason,
I, like you, need to remember the very plain scene, even the poverty, of a
night devoid of tinsel or wrapping or goods of this world. Only when we see
that single, sacred, unadorned object of our devotion—the Babe of
Bethlehem—will we know why the giving of gifts is so appropriate.
I have recently begun to
think more often of Joseph, that strong, silent, almost unknown man who must
have been more worthy than any other mortal man to be the guiding foster father
of the living Son of God.
It was Joseph selected
from among all men who would teach Jesus to work. It was Joseph who taught him
the books of the law. It was Joseph who, in the seclusion of the shop, helped
him begin to understand who he was and ultimately what he was to become.
Video: Joseph
I’ve thought of Mary, too, this most favored mortal woman in the history of the world. It is hard for me to grasp the feelings a mother has when she knows she has conceived a living soul, feels life quicken and grow within her womb. At such times fathers stand aside and watch, but mothers feel and never forget.
Again, I’ve thought of Luke’s careful phrasing
about that holy night in Bethlehem: “The
days were accomplished that she should be delivered. “And she brought forth her firstborn son, and [she] wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and [she] laid him in a manger.”
Those brief pronouns
trumpet in our ears that, second only to the child himself, Mary is the
chiefest figure, the regal queen, mother of mothers. And those same pronouns
also trumpet that, save for her beloved husband, she was very much alone.
Video: Breath of Heaven
With only Joseph’s
inexperienced assistance, she herself brought forth her firstborn son, wrapped
him in the little clothes she had knowingly brought on her journey, and perhaps
laid him on a pillow of hay.
But except for heavenly
witnesses, these three were alone: Joseph, Mary, the baby to be named Jesus.
Shepherds would soon
arrive and later, wise men from the East. Later yet the memory of that night
would bring Santa Claus and Frosty and Rudolph—and all would be welcome. But
first and forever there was just a little family, without toys or trees or tinsel.
With a baby—that’s how Christmas began.
“Maybe
Christmas, doesn’t come from a store.
Maybe Christmas … perhaps …
means a little bit more!”
means a little bit more!”
Jesus has said many times “Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven."
Christmas, then, is for
children—of all ages. I suppose that is why my favorite Christmas carol is a
child’s song. I sing it with more emotion than any other: