If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows,
strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love to my
family, Iím 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, Iím 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 choirís cantata but do not focus on Christ, I have
missed the point.
Love stops the cooking to hug the child. Love sets aside
the decorating to kiss the husband. Love is kind, though harried and
tired. Love doesnít envy anotherís home that has coordinated Christmas
china and table linens.
Love doesnít yell at the
kids to get out of the way, but is thankful they are there to be in the
way. Love doesnít give only to those who are able to give in return but
rejoices in giving to those who canít.
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!