It's Christmas

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It's a story conveying the true meaning of Christmas which has been forgotten by most of the Christians for centuries.

Submitted: December 25, 2016

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Submitted: December 25, 2016

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What's Christmas? C

hristmas bells were echoing in the air. It was a Christmas season, but I could not trace it in the street, where the dirty homeless covered the entire place. “I hate to see these people destroying the beauty of Christmas,” said Jerry. “Me too,” said I. A bicycle parade of Santa Clauses crossed us. “What these old men have with Christmas?” I asked Jerry. “I wonder, is Christmas Santa's birthday?” “Kim, Santa personifies Christ.” “How?” “He loves the children as Christ did. Don't stare at me. At least the kids love him.” “That's why they’re crying in fear!” “Kim, see who is there?” I looked away when I saw Christina of our Christ’s home. She was sharing her breadcrumbs with the poor in the street. Then she opened her pocket and did exactly what I expected. She dropped the money, which our warden gave to celebrate the Christmas, in a poor mother's hand. This was what she doing every year; wasting her money and never helping us to decorate our home. She looked me as a frightened cat, but I turned my face away and rushed to home. The rain poured out.

“Hi Kim, what you've planned for Christmas?” Randy asked me when I entered the home. “Who has the interest?” I threw myself in the sofa. “This year too that cliché theme—‘true spirit of Christmas’.” “Yes, but we didn't set that theme right yet.” “That's why I'm repeating the theme.” Our warden, who crossed us on his way to the kitchen, interrupted. “I’ve to see if you can or not.” “How much we get if we collect everyone's money?” I asked Randy. “Not more than 2000. Will everyone give us?” The door opened and come Christina, wet and shivering. “Surely she won't.” Christina glanced at me. “If we’re all doing like her, we’ll win for sure.” But she didn't utter anything and went upstairs for her room. ?

We went for Christmas shopping, though the torrent poured out. Our home with its glittering lights fascinated the children of the street. But their mothers reproached. I felt proud for their envy. In the street, no other house was as beautiful as our home and the most of its credits would come to our team. In spite of our best effort, we couldn't satisfy one person—our warden.

On the Christmas Eve, we again went shopping as we unfulfilled our theme yet. The last week’s rain had flooded the street. We had only ?50 with us this time since we spent much already for buying the materials for crib and tree, and the lights. It was hard to buy even a small angel with that. I reproved Christina for wasting ?200. “It's good to have the rain this year,” said Timothy. “Why do you say so?” I asked. “See, no drunkard, who spoiled the beauty of Christmas till the last year, is here.” “Yeah, it's better to have dirty water than those dirty gypsies.” “Look, Kim!” Cried Annie. Christina, who ran behind us to join the shopping, slipped down in the water. “Christie!” I ran in the water as fast as I could toward her. She was choking. I afraid that she was about to die. I took her to our home. After an hour, when she began to recover, my friends compelled me to continue the shopping. “Kim, please.” Andrew drew my hand. “Let's continue our shopping she'll be alright.” “I’m not coming.” “Why?” Disappointed Annie. “I thought this year, however, we can achieve our theme.” “I'm not going to celebrate the Christmas anymore.” “What?” Asked Sam. “Yes. I am not going to celebrate the birthday of God's son.” “But—why are you so adamant?” Asked Annie. “God doesn't love me to celebrate His son's birthday. That's why He blocked my way. He despises my hard work every year. You know, how I toiled hard, but His servant easily said it has no spirit and it doesn't reflect His grace.” “Christina wants to see you, Kim,” said the warden. “I'm not ready to see anyone.” I went to my room. Then I made up my mind to see Christina. “Kim thanks for saving me. It's because of you I'm enjoying this Christmas.” “Enjoying!” I smiled. “It’s because of God’s grace I am alive.” “I’ve a question to ask you?” “What?” “What do you mean by grace? I mean God's grace. Yesterday, warden said the true spirit of Christmas is incomplete without expressing His Grace.” “The peak of compassion. It means mercy shown to an unworthy.” “I can't understand.” “Imagine, I'm an unworthy person, but you are so generous who settled me in the high position with big bungalow in a large estate. But I'm ungrateful and sold all your properties, which you gave me. Eventually, I ruined myself and ran into debt. Will you help me this time to recover from the debt? If you do so, I'll call this as grace. Because, I'm unworthy to receive that.” “First time itself you're unworthy.” “Yes. Even so, if you helped me the second time, what should I call that? It's so high that any word in any language can't explain that.” “Did God show that much compassion to me?” “God provided us this beautiful earth and authority over all other creatures of the world even though we are of dust. Not only that, he also predestined us the eternal life in the most beautiful mansion surrounded by lovely gardens and fountains. Even this first love is grace, what do you call His unconditional love, which He showed at the cross?” Tears began to fill my eyes. “We disobeyed God and gave place to sin, which ruled us. As the consequence, the death, I mean the second death, which is Hades, owned us. I think you know the salary of sin is death. (For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. Romans 6:23 KJV). But the rich and the compassionate God sacrificed His only Son, who is His own part, for us. Jesus came to this earth just to die! To die for you and me. Can you imagine the depth of His love? His Grace is wider than the distance between the sky and the earth.” “Oh no! I nailed my God on the cross, though He did much for this worthless creature.” I hated myself for abhorring the beggars, because if I never came to this home my life was also the same. I wept as God's richest compassion moved my heart. I felt a gentle hand touching my shoulder. It was my Jesus, who said, “Son I love you.” I hugged Him and cried. He kissed my head as a mother.

? The next morning, the warden cried, “You did it Kim! Your act is expressing His grace. ” “What I did? Everything is as same as how was in yesterday. And how I’m expressing His grace? “If you didn't open the door for the hero of Christmas, then, who has done that?” “Where is the hero?” “Here my child, these poor little children.” I ran upstairs to Christina. “Christina, the warden is saying we won the theme!” She smiled. “He's saying I‘ve invited the hero of Christmas by opening the door to the poor children. Isn’t it Jesus the true hero of Christmas?” “Yes. But—Jesus once said if we did anything for His least brothers and sisters, it would be considered as doing for Him.” For the first time I realized what's Christmas.

The End ?

Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in: Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me. Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink? When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee? Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee? And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me. Matthew 25:34-?40 KJV??????

As every birthday baby deserves gift, Jesus, who is the hero of Christmas, also deserves gift during His birthday. The only way to give gift to Jesus is giving gifts to His poor little children. God has given us the precious gift at the first Christmas; what could we render back to Him? ?

 


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