Why is it that most of us find Christmas to be the pinnacle of each year? Is it:
• the twinkling lights and yard displays?
• the treats like eggnog, that we only allow ourselves during the holidays?
• the gift-giving, with all the build-up of anticipation beforehand?
Or might it be because: “Christmas is the day that holds all time together?”
Those words were penned by Alexander Smith, a Scottish poet of the 1800s. With just nine words he deftly solved the riddle. It is the Christmas season, more so than any other time, when past, present, and future come together in one glorious, unified experience.
Consider how the past becomes entwined with the present as the holiday season progresses. Memories are more poignant than ever, and traditions hold greater import. For example, preparing the house for the holidays often involves customs and heirlooms that have been in the family for years.
One custom many of us enjoy is decorating the Christmas tree. And it’s probable that most families treasure at least several heirloom ornaments. Releasing each one from its cocoon of tissue is like greeting an old friend. And attached to those decorations are memories–memories of the loved ones who gave them to us and memories of Christmases past.
One particular ornament of our family’s collection causes a great wave of nostalgia for me. It’s shaped a bit like an old kerosene lamp, and shimmers softly with the patina of age, pale green and silver.
My father bought that ornament, in the early 1930s, when he was just nine or ten. Grandma gave him the honor of bicycling to the dime store to choose a new decoration for the family tree. Later he realized she and his older siblings were probably anxious to get him out of the house, so they could complete holiday preparations without an overly excited boy underfoot.
That lamp-ornament hung on our family Christmas tree all the years I was growing up in the 1950s and ’60s. And sometime in the 1980s, Mom and Dad passed it on to me.
Wrapped up in that one decoration are all the Christmases of my distant, childhood past, characterized by tinsel-covered trees, dolls in crisp, starched dresses, programs at church and school, and dining tables overflowing with delectable feasts. As I hang the little lamp, my imagination returns to those Christmases celebrated with grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, whose love and laughter now live only in my heart.
Undoubtedly, memories are an important part of the euphoria Christmas creates. But there is plenty about the present that brings joy to the season as well: families gather, carols ring, and sweet aromas waft from kitchens. Cards arrive from distant loved ones, renewing bonds of love and friendship. Gifts are purchased and wrapped, with the delicious anticipation of bringing delight to the recipients. Meals become occasions to be savored, as family and friends gather to simply enjoy one another’s company.
And what about the future? As Christmas approaches, the excitement of all the splendorous moments to come certainly has us looking forward. In fact, there is a large measure of joy in the anticipation itself, not just in the events. Who has not felt the excitement of checking off days on the calendar until that special party? Until loved ones arrive? Until Christmas Day itself?
And no sooner does one holiday season draw to a close, than we start thinking, “Next year, I’m going to make some of those cookies Sylvia brought to the party.” Or, “Next Christmas we’ll have two grandchildren to enjoy, not just one!”
And so, it is just as Alexander Smith said. Christmas holds all time together–in memories of the past, joys of the present, and anticipation of the future.
However, Mr. Smith’s words include a deeper truth for us as Christians. Christmas is, after all, the holiday, or holy day, when we celebrate the birth of Jesus. Again, past, present, and future come together in one shining moment.
First, Christ’s birth obviously took place in the past, two thousand years ago.
Second, we have only to consider his name, Emmanuel, to realize how Jesus’ birth touches the present. No doubt you remember Emmanuel means “God with us.” Present tense is suggested, reminding us that now, in the present, Jesus is with those who desire his presence.
Finally, the greatest truth of all: Our future is secure because of Christmas. Those familiar words of John 3:16 make clear that God loves us and sent his Son, Jesus. When we believe in him, he gives us the most precious gift of eternal life. It is a simple fact, but wondrously profound.
In reality then, it’s not just the celebration of Christmas that joins past, present, and future. It’s the One we celebrate on Christmas that holds all time together.
“To the only God our Savior be glory, majesty, power and authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen” (Jude 25).
What experience(s) of the Christmas season bring together all time for you? Leave a comment and tell us about it!
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I had never really noticed the thread of past, present, and future before. It resonates so clearly for me now – that our memories, our present joy, and our eager anticipation of things to come are so inextricably wound around His heart and hands. For me, it’s another way of internalizing His constancy (what a comfort!) and recognizing His imprint on it all.
Amen, sweet sister! His imprint is indeed everywhere. Thank you for taking the time to comment!
I emailed this to several of my friends. I think they will be blessed as I was.
Thank you, Rita! You’ve blessed *me*!
I was 30 when my father died suddenly and tragically in an airplane crash in October of 1980. I had a four year old, a 20-month old, and was three months from delivering my only daughter. As we prepared for Christmas that year, my oldest son decorated a small styrofoam star with beads and rhinestones. After meticulously spearing each tiny bauble with an even tinier straight pin, Jason proudly announced that this star was “for Grampa”. That styrofoam star has been at the top of our Christmas tree for 33 years now, reminding us all of both Grampa’s and God’s constant and continuous love.
Dear Kathy,
With you, I’m so thankful for the gift of memory, to be able to enjoy, again and again, delightful moments of the past. Even more valuable are the memories of exemplary people, like your dad, who remind us of God’s love, not only in word but also by deed. This time of year must be very bittersweet for you, thinking fondly of long-ago Christmases with your dad, and wishing you’d had many more with him. Thank you for sharing your story. It warms my heart to hear you affirm God’s continuous love, in spite of your loss.
Sincerely,
Nancy
Nancy, your writtings are so beautiful. Christmas touches my heart the most with its peace. For at least one day, the world is at peace, because of the birth of our Savior. Halleluja!!!! “What Wonderous Love Is This’. ‘All is Well’. Amen.
Nancy,
What a beautifully written reminder for me to focus on the love and joy in the memories of Christmas with my parents and sister, rather than on the missing of them. Making new memories with my own children, and hopefully one day with their children will be my new resolve.
Love to you…
Dear Ginny,
You carry a burden I do not; my mom, dad, and brother are still living. This time of year must be especially difficult for you. Your resolve speaks volumes of your strength of spirit, wanting to think on noble, lovely, praiseworthy things. You are an inspiration to me!
Love you right back,
Nancy
Nancy, I’m just now catching up on your blog posts. What a wonderful one this is! Every Christmas since my oldest great-niece Dacota was born (17 years now) my Mom and I, great-nieces Dacota, Brooklyn (and their Mom Carla), Maci, and Destini get together at Mom’s to make Christmas cookies. We all love this recapturing this tradition every year and look ahead to doing the same next year. We most always make my Grandma Barbara Brandt Gottfried’s Date-Nut Pinwheels. She passed away when I was just five, but I have quite a few great memories of her and how she loved me. I am also blessed to have both of my parents still with me. And I’m thankful to know with certainty that my late Brother Mick is ‘celebrating’ in Heaven with our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
I remember your references to the annual cookie bakes in your Christmas letters. No doubt your nieces will reminisce for decades to come about those delightful hours spent together. And how eloquently you expressed the certainty that loved ones, including Mick, are celebrating Christmas in heaven!