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I f I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows,
strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love to my
family, I’m just another decorator.
If I slave away in the
kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and
arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not show love to
my family, I’m just another cook.
If I work at the soup
kitchen, carol in the nursing home and give all that I have to charity,
but do not show love to my family, it profits me nothing.
If I trim the spruce with
shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday
parties and sing in the choir’s cantata but do not focus on Christ, I have
missed the point.
L ove stops the cooking to hug the child. Love sets aside
the decorating to kiss the husband. Love is kind, though harried and
tired. Love doesn’t envy another’s home that has coordinated Christmas
china and table linens.
Love doesn’t yell at the
kids to get out of the way, but is thankful they are there to be in the
way. Love doesn’t give only to those who are able to give in return but
rejoices in giving to those who can’t.
Love bears all things,
believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never
fails. Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs
will rust, but giving the gift of love will endure.
Merry Christmas and lots of love to you and yours!
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