Today I wrapped about a dozen presents. This came with its own set of challenges: first, I am a perfectionist so no present will ever be perfectly wrapped. It is terrible. Second, I am always afraid when I cut wrapping paper because I was trained from a young age to be careful about what was beneath the paper. So sometimes I fear cutting a bedspread and sometimes I fear cutting the actual present...in either case, I am very afraid. Third, there were a bunch of green beans hanging out next to the impromptu present-wrapping station in the garage, and I kind of had to battle them for space. Fourth, I have to pick papers and stickers that go together and make sense for the person and the present and this can be difficult to continue to care about after like five presents...too many decisions.
Anyway, I know none of the presents that I give will make anyone exceedingly joyous - nor will those that I receive grant me lasting contentment. (I think everyone, at some point, accepts this fact.) But even being with family, upholding traditions (like eating Belgian waffles tomorrow, yum!), hanging out with my friends at home, getting my final grades - things that are all good and that are way more important than getting a nice new sweater - all of these are temporary fixes to my constant need for happiness. There's only one thing that can make me truly happy - forever, without any concerns. And that's being in a relationship with God. And there's only one way to do that - through Jesus. Tomorrow is the day that we choose to publicly remember his birth, and that's ok with me. It's ok with me that it's one day out of the year and it's ok with me that he probably wasn't born on December 25th. I shouldn't strive to "remember" him every day because I believe he's alive
every day; I don't strive to remember the birth of my friends every day, but I am grateful that they exist and that they want to listen to me even when I'm being really silly. While his birth was the biggest deal that ever went down in human history up until that point (I would say his resurrection blew that record out of the water), he wasn't born so that we could celebrate his birthday: he was born to die, he was born to reconcile us to God.
All I want - not just for Christmas, but for
ever - is to have a deeper relationship with God. I want my selfish spirit to become selfless. I want to be like Christ. To quote St. Ignatius of Antioch, an early martyr, in his letter to the Roman church:
Come fire, cross, battling with wild beasts, wrenching of bones, mangling of limbs, crushing of my whole body, cruel tortures of the Devil--Only let me get to Jesus Christ!
In today's terms, come persecution, temptation, injustice, ridicule, losing friends, pain, death - it doesn't matter, because nothing can separate me from Jesus! That God chose to experience all of the pain of the human condition so that I might intimately know him is incredible. So I'm celebrating his existence, his decision, his love...and that's all that I need. I won't complain about the copious amounts of Christmas cookies in my house, though. :)