the Truth is
The truth is, verily,
That the Truth
Is the true meaning of Christmas.
That may sound redundant
But
Our heads are wrapped like a sister’s gift
To her fellow daughter
Who wants to make it hard for her,
So
She wraps this gift inside a box,
Inside another box,
Inside a bag,
Inside a very large box,
With duct tape,
Packing tape
And three layers of paper with ribbons and ten bows
Superglued on top.
We just cannot hear, so I must be redundant.
The Truth is the true meaning of Christmas,
The truth of Christmas cannot be seen heard or recognized
With all of that wrapping paper.
And amid all of this wrapping paper mess
That everyone knows means Christmas,
I want to unwrap that and shed a little Light on the subject.
I have this crazy idea that maybe Christmas isn’t about present and gifts,
Nor consumerism
Not even family and human love at all.
Layer 1: it’s all about the Son—
Not the light in the sky, but the Light of the world.
Although,
A great star in the sky does play a role in this thing,
Not a story but a truth,
The Truth to be exact.
This star shone like none before and it lit the way,
Not on Christmas day,
But it lit the way to the Light of the world
To the Truth.
All of us are on a search for the true meaning of life,
The Truth.
In some form or fashion
We search high & low
We search far & wide
We search our hearts
We search our minds
We search at Universities,
Or online, or from friends,
Or sometimes only in our heads—
That faint whisper we try to hush up all the time,
That’s our search engine.
The truth is,
The search was over,
The wise men found it.
The Truth, that is,
He was two years old they say,
His mother was so proud
And his Father looked so humble.
But the Truth,
Well He looked happy as could be,
He received His gifts like any other two year old would accept
the most lavish and rich gifts
he would never use,
with a passive two-year olds appreciation.
However, there was some glimmer of knowledge
In His eyes as He handled each gift.
As if He knew that He was the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords
Eyeing that gold placed at His feet.
As if He knew that He alone was the High Priest
Whose sacrifice would atone,
Once for all
As He smelled the Frankincense
and cast it aside being too strong for His two-year old nose.
As if He knew that He woud die the most terrible death ever recorded in HIStory—
ever,
as He played with that myrrh.
This is where the light shone,
on that Christmas babe
defined as King, High Priest, and Sacrifice.
The Truth is in the Light.
Now having been done with Layer 1
Of this intricately wrapped “Christmas” mania,
Let us cast aside this useless search for meaning
Sometimes found in consumerism
And reside in the search for Truth.
On to layer 2, it’s about the Way.
As long as we are talking about casting aside layer 2
(also known as, Christmas is a time to be with family, it’s about tradition—nothing more),
Let’s talk about Luke 2.
Luke 2—the traditional story—
Always starts out with a journey.
This journey is very difficult
Because it involves two people and a donkey
one of these is very very pregnant—
and I am not referring to the donkey.
It was long and treacherous
And it was not easy.
The way was hard
And it led them to an even harder location.
A lowly stable was the only place for them
After all that way
But, the way the Way emerged
Reminds us that the greatest miracles happen to
the lowliest people
in the lowliest places
in the lowliest ways.
Not only that,
But the way that Mary reacted to the whole ordeal:
First with obedience
Surrendering herself as a bondslave to the Lord.
Then with such joyous worship
That she put the angels to shame with her song.
Last, she pondered all these things in her heart
A reaction worth both veneration and emulation.
Not only her, but Joseph too.
Obey was the only thing he could do,
After such a vision—
Such a dream.
The way Joseph fits is absolutely awe-inspiring.
Not His true father
So that He could feel the way we feel now—
Grafted in; adopted.
He gets the inheritance,
David’s throne forever
Just as we do in His Kingdom.
Then there’s the way of the shepherds,
Not to mention the Magi.
Worship was all they could do
Along with the angels.
Everyone sang glory to God in the highest
In their hearts that night
As we should too.
Family’s important but not as much as this,
The way we should worship and react
To this great gift.
But all of the ways just reflect the true Way,
That baby Boy that came
That beautiful Christmas day.
The last layer we must unwrap
Is a delicate subject
Because everyone says
the true meaning of Christmas is love
And I agree
But it doesn’t just end at love between you and me.
It goes so much farther,
So much deeper than that.
It goes to a love that’s eternal, unconditional, and sacrificial.
You see,
The Truth is,
Christmas is about life,
A life—
The Life.
This Life took It’s first Breath on Christmas day
Which started the countdown of His Life going away.
You see,
The Life came down for one purpose alone—
To die on a tree,
The costliest sacrifice ever made.
This is the love I am talking about.
Love is laying One’s life down for His friends.
That’s what He did so that we could have life.
His Life He gave us,
And willingly at that.
That is the true meaning of Christmas
Because the Truth is
The meaning of Christmas
And the Truth is Jesus.
Everything reflects Him:
The tree points to Heaven
With the star on top,
Lighting the way to the Light of the World
Reflected in the lights on the tree.
The evergreen represents His everlasting love
shown to us through His life
and the resiliency that they and He has through hard winters and long journeys.
The snow—His cleansing power
Through His blood we are made white as snow.
The gifts represent
The greatest gift of all—
That is, Jesus
To us here on Earth.
The wrapping paper pictures God wrapped in flesh
Coming down out of Heaven.
They illustrate the free gift of salvation
Available through His life—
It’s grace:
Unmerited favor,
Nothing we can earn
and nothing we can do.
The music is only a small sliver of the way we should celebrate—
As the angels and the shepherds and the Magi did.
So, the Truth is.