{"id":35860,"date":"2021-12-22T23:51:41","date_gmt":"2021-12-22T23:51:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kinshipradio.org\/home\/?p=35860"},"modified":"2022-11-02T03:06:23","modified_gmt":"2022-11-02T03:06:23","slug":"musings-of-an-old-kid-at-christmas-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kinshipradio.org\/home\/musings-of-an-old-kid-at-christmas-time\/","title":{"rendered":"Musings of an Old Kid at Christmas Time"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/kinshipradio.org\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/santa-claus-gcdad41766_1920.jpg\" width=\"549\" height=\"731\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\">There&#8217;s a Christmas song on Kinship Radio by Toby Mac I&#8217;m sure you&#8217;ve heard if you&#8217;ve been listening at all.\u00a0 It&#8217;s called &#8220;<em>Christmas This Year<\/em>,&#8221; and in it Mac evokes that image of being ten years old and rushing to the Christmas tree on Christmas morning with all the joy and anticipation and excitement of being a kid at Christmas.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\">As adults, we often complain about the commercialization and materialism of Christmas but, if we&#8217;re honest with ourselves, what we&#8217;re really saying is we miss the magic of Christmas.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\">And to be honest, calling the Christmas Spirit &#8220;magic&#8221; is kind of part of the problem.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\">Sure, when I was a kid I eagerly anticipated those gifts under the tree, whether I was sure it was a new BB gun, a mad scientist kit (I don&#8217;t think Mom and Dad ever actually got me a kit capable of blowing up the world, but hey, a kid can dream.) or a brand new bike. Yes, as a kid I was all about the stuff. I was as materialistic as any kid on my block, the city, or the world. But, even as a kid, I was aware of the magic. It was all about Jesus being born in a stable. The songs on the radio, the nativity scenes, and the things they talked about in church were about Jesus.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\">I got it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\">Jesus came to earth. And He did it because God loves us. God loves me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\">For a ten year-old, God loving the rotten little kid who wouldn&#8217;t eat his peas was magical. Yes, maybe the actual, correct theological phrase was &#8220;the miracle of grace&#8221; but that&#8217;s a concept that was over my head at the time.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\">It&#8217;s still over my head.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\">I may eat my peas now, but I am most certainly not any more worthy of salvation and a relationship with God than when I fought taking a bath or going to bed at 9:00 p.m.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\">Even that whole, warped, works-righteousness heresy about earning toys from Santa didn&#8217;t work on me. Sure, adults told me time after time that Santa&#8217;s elves were watching me (The creepiness of which was not lost on me.) and if I wasn&#8217;t a good little boy, I&#8217;d get a lump of coal for Christmas. I heard them just fine, but I also knew that bully Johnny Smith down the street was an absolute terror and <em>he&#8217;d<\/em> never gotten a lump of coal for Christmas. In point of fact, I&#8217;d never known of a single kid anywhere who ever got a lump of coal for Christmas. To this day, I&#8217;ve never even <em>seen<\/em> a lump of coal.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\">Absolutely every kid I knew got a present from Santa at Christmas. No matter how much we were threatened with that pitch-black hunk of mineral from deep inside the earth that burned so very hot, we all got the gift of something that tangibly showed we were loved &#8211;even though not one of us deserved it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\">Despite all that and in the middle of all of that, there was indeed a Christmas Spirit. As self-centered, greedy, and rotten as I was, the love that was present at Christmas was undeniable. It was present in the family. The cheer and the joy was not fake. People all around me were nicer to each other. Love was in the air.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\">I may have thought of it as &#8220;magic,&#8221; but the Holy Spirit of Jesus does indeed move a little more powerfully at Christmas.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\">And the thing about the Toby Mac song is that even though he&#8217;s an excellent singer, the part of the song that swells my heart, that makes my eyes go a little bit moist, that evokes the magic of Christmas is not his voice &#8211;it&#8217;s that chorus of children singing:<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\"><em>&#8220;Holy Holy holy<\/em><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\"><em>God is coming near<\/em><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\"><em>Unto us a Savior&#8217;s born<\/em><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\"><em>On a midnight clear.&#8221;\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\"><strong>Today&#8217;s Praise<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\"><strong>Luke 2:12 <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;\"><strong>&#8220;This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.\u201d (NIV)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There&#8217;s a Christmas song on Kinship Radio by Toby Mac I&#8217;m sure you&#8217;ve heard if you&#8217;ve been listening at all.\u00a0 It&#8217;s called &#8220;Christmas This Year,&#8221; and in it Mac evokes&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":35861,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_price":"","_stock":"","_tribe_ticket_header":"","_tribe_default_ticket_provider":"","_tribe_ticket_capacity":"0","_ticket_start_date":"","_ticket_end_date":"","_tribe_ticket_show_description":"","_tribe_ticket_show_not_going":false,"_tribe_ticket_use_global_stock":"","_tribe_ticket_global_stock_level":"","_global_stock_mode":"","_global_stock_cap":"","_tribe_rsvp_for_event":"","_tribe_ticket_going_count":"","_tribe_ticket_not_going_count":"","_tribe_tickets_list":"[]","_tribe_ticket_has_attendee_info_fields":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[83,1],"tags":[],"acf":[],"publishpress_future_action":{"enabled":false,"date":"2026-04-14 18:06:31","action":"delete","newStatus":"draft","terms":[],"taxonomy":"category"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kinshipradio.org\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35860"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kinshipradio.org\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kinshipradio.org\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kinshipradio.org\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kinshipradio.org\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35860"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kinshipradio.org\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35860\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kinshipradio.org\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/35861"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kinshipradio.org\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35860"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kinshipradio.org\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35860"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kinshipradio.org\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35860"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}