Every so often as you walk through my garage you hear “Joy to the World” or “Silent Night.” Last year as we packed up the Christmas decorations, I forgot to take the batteries out of the Christmas clock that plays a Christmas song every hour. The first time we heard it I realized it was in the attic, packed up in a box fare from the entrance.
“No, big deal,” I told my husband. “How long can the batteries last?”
Evidently at least a year. . . it’s still playing.
When company visited this summer they’s ask, “What am I hearing?”
“Oh, that’s just our Christmas clock,” I’d say. “Feel free to sing along.”
To be honest, it’s been one of those small highlights on many days. As I’ve walked through the garage carrying grocery bags and on my last bit of energy due to my chronic illness, I’d hear “Hark, The Herald Angels Sing!” As I was out there doing laundry and trying to get those last socks out of the dryer, ready to collapse from pain, I’d hear, “The First Noel.”
I’m tempted to “accidentally on purpose” leave fresh batteries in it again this year.
Jesus came to earth as a newborn baby so that He could be not only be both God and man, but so that we could identify with Him. Every Christmas we put on our Christmas carols and pull out the nativity scene, but let us not forget these precious scriptures all year round.
Prayer: Lord, remind me that your precious gift of coming to birth as a new baby is something I can celebrate any day; no calendar needs to be followed!
Lisa Copen is the founder of Rest Ministries and has lived with rheumatoid arthritis since 1993. She is hoping to make it through this fall season without infections and surgeries and just enjoy the days one at a time.