Five Things I Love About Christmas

Part 4: Giving and Getting Gifts

Christmas is a time of giving. Most people rich, poor or somewhere in between give and receive gifts at Christmas.

When it is time to start shopping for gifts for Christmas I like to try to find something meaningful for my family members. We, like many families have our lists. But I try to find at least one thing to give them that says, “I know you. I’ve thought about you. I love you.” Sometimes the gifts are small, like the yearly ornament, sometimes they are big, like the ridiculous ski hat that was way too expensive for a hat, but Will wanted it so badly. Or the insane number of Barbie dolls that Hannah wanted when she was little.

Now the gifts are usually clothes and books but each thing bought with that person in mind. I love seeing theirs smiles when they open something that they really like because it is personal to them.

I also like getting gifts that clearly say: “I know you, Kat.” “I thought of you when I saw this.” “This is for you, Mom, because I love you.”

Giving and receiving gifts are an expression of love that says the receiver is known and loved.

5 Things I Love About Christmas Plus my Favorite

The Five Things I Love About Christmas

Part 5: The Anticipation

There is such wonder in knowing something good is about to happen. The anticipation of Christmas Eve and Christmas morning is awe-inspiring, as we put all our frantic activity on pause for a few hours to wait. The longing to know if the gift we wanted is under the tree, the excitement of going to see family, the hugs and laughter that come when families are together, the stories of loved ones who are no longer with us, all of these are what we wait for. Knowing this… it’s only a few more days, a few more hours, until Christmas.

My Favorite Thing About Christmas

All of the things I have written about are a picture of what God fulfilled that very first Christmas;

The anticipation, the years of waiting for the promised Messiah. The longing for Emmanuel, God with us, the Son of God who would save His people from their sins.

I love that God’s path to saving His children was so personal. He sent His one and only Son to be with us, Emmanuel. He is the perfect sacrifice and perfect gift to a world desperate for salvation and meaning. He went to such extravagant lengths to bring us into His family. Because of Jesus’ coming, living, and dying for us, we can truly be Forever Family with God. Through salvation we are drawn into family with brothers and sisters across time and across the world. This is a great family reunion and we are reminded of our family connections as we celebrate the birth of Jesus. We give gifts because God gave us the best gift, His Son!

5 Things I Love About Christmas

Part 3: Getting Mail

I know this one may seem silly and old fashioned, but I love getting mail. And this time of year we always get some Christmas cards in the mail. It is always fun to go to the mailbox and find a Christmas card or two when I open the box. Sometimes they are a simple greeting, sometimes an elaborate gold or glittered card. Sometimes they come with a letter and sometimes a personal message. The best thing about the cards is the ones that have a hand-written message.

It is easy to miss how important our handwriting really is. We live in a world that is so digital; we rarely see hand-written notes, letters or cards. Christmas is the exception.

I came to realize the importance of a persons’ hand writing two and a half years ago when my Mom died. I have always loved my Mom’s handwriting and I can still see her long, thin, piano-playing fingers as she wrote. The day after the funeral my sisters gave me a Christmas present that my Mom had forgotten to send. It had, “To Kat, From Mom and Dad,” written in her hand-writing on the tag. In that moment I realized it was the last time I would get anything with her hand writing. Since then my Dad has sent me a couple of recipes that my Mom had written out. They are both framed and on the wall in my kitchen.

Hand writing is still important. It is uniquely yours. It will be a testament of your place on earth. So, don’t forget to sign your Christmas cards and maybe send a few handwritten letters or cards this coming year. It could mean more than you realize.

Five Things I Love About Christmas

Part 2: Baking

I always make time during the Christmas holidays for baking. I love the smell of cinnamon, cloves, oranges, lemons, sugar cookies, breads, and the pot of spiced tea that sits on the stove.

I love the together time with my children. Although it is just me and Noelle now, her love for baking is infectious. I’m fairly sure that part of her love for baking originates from memories making snowmen, wreathes, snowflake and gingerbread men cookies with me and her other siblings. Or maybe it’s the laughter, the tasting, the flour fights and being all together in the kitchen with her family. For both Noelle and me it is thinking and naming the family and friends that will get to eat all the things we make.

Baking is a traditional Christmas activity that brings thoughts and memories of fun family times that I will always treasure.

Five Things I Love About Christmas

 Part 1: Decorating the Tree

 

The long, arduous process of climbing to the attic and pulling out all the decorations is worth the amazing memories of each ornament that I put on the tree.

Decorating for Christmas has always been my “job.” Gene loves the end result but finds the process of decorating tedious. Not me. Every decoration, every ornament brings a smile. Not so much because of what the decorations are as the memories these bring.

After Gene and I were married, our first Christmas was a comedy of errors. We were in seminary then and had very little money so our first Christmas tree was a four foot artificial tree from Kmart. We purchased glass ball ornaments because they were cheap and there were 18 in a box. We added a string of lights, icicles and a few miniature candy canes. It was not very pretty but it was ours. I had to put it on a table by the door to our apartment so that we could see it from the window.

My first mistake was unwrapping the candy canes to hang them on the tree. By the end of the first night I was cleaning the glass balls because the candy canes had melted on them and the table.

The next mistake was putting the tree on that table by the door. Every time Gene came into the apartment, he would slam the door shut and knock our tree to the floor. Because I really wanted the tree by the door, it had to get knocked off the table about four or five times before I got frustrated and took the tree down. It went right back in the box it came in, along with a few ornaments that had not been shattered.

It was that first Christmas together that I decided that my children would have Christmas ornaments for the first Christmas trees. So every year since my son was born, I have purchased ornaments for him, then my girls. When Kim joined our family, I started by one for her every year.  Next came our grandson, and this year we added a son-in-law. Every year for whatever their interests, or whatever circumstances in their lives, they get an ornament. So we have homemade ornaments, Baby’s first Christmas, Elmo, Star Wars, Transformers, Legos, Cowboys, Cars, ballet, gymnastics, football, softball, Sushi, “Our First Home” and tractors. There are also violins, saxophones, flutes, guitars and violas. There are also many ornaments that we have been given over the years.

Ornaments have become a family tradition. Every year new ornaments and new stories are added to the tree, except that it isn’t just our tree now. Will, Kim and Jaxon have their own tree. Hannah and Alex have their tree this year.

I love decorating because the decorations tell our family’s story. It tells of our past, stories of our present and stories that are still to come.

Grief and Purpose

Several months ago Brian White, a friend and missionary to Uganda, preached at Bethany Place. His text was Matthew 28:16-20. I have read these verses many times, but that time when he read verse 17, something specific grabbed my attention..."When they saw Him, they worshiped Him; but some doubted."
This was THE eleven disciples.
They had been Jesus' closest friends and co-workers. They knew Him.They had walked with Him every day. They were taught by Him, saw Him do miracles, and been miraculously fed by Him. They had day to day contact with Him for three years, observed the Passover with Him and were there in the garden with Him. They saw Him be arrested, watched as He carried the cross, saw the Roman soldiers crucify Him and watched Him die.
The disciples lived through this traumatic experience.
They lived through the death of one they had been in a deep relationship with for 3 years.
They lived through the horror of His death.
They experienced the fear of being the next to die.
They experienced the dawning of their own mortality.
They suffered the wave after wave of grief, wondering if the next wave would take them under.
They suffered the stress of wondering what was next.
They were suffering with Post Traumatic stress Disorder. They were in the Fog.


The disciples were physically looking at the resurrected Christ Jesus, and they doubted.


One year ago my husband, our youngest daughter and I went to Kentucky to visit with my Mom, Dad, and my 8 siblings and their families. A couple of days after we left, we received a call that my mom had broken both of her legs and was in the hospital. About a week later, my husband took a call from one of my brothers who told us that my mom was in the Emergency Room. She had stopped breathing but was now on a ventilator. She was in critical condition. It was late in the evening so we waited. The next morning we were told that she had improved a little. Gene and I decided that I needed to go to Kentucky to be with my family and see my mom. The next week is is somewhat of a blur. I drove back to Kentucky with my then six year old daughter, making plans for her to stay with her aunts while I was with my mom. By the second day that I was there, Mom had been taken off the ventilator and was able to speak a little with us. I had the opportunity to pray with her, sing to her, read the Bible to her and tell her that I loved her.
Though she seemed to improve some, on Thursday, July 10, my mom left us to go see Jesus face to face. My Dad, sisters, brothers and their wives, a couple of nieces and nephews were all in the room. We all watched as they turned off the machines. With my Dad's permission, I prayed with my family, hugged and kissed my mom one last time, closed her eyes and then left the room. One at a time my family members said good-bye then left the room. Since Gene was still in route to Kentucky, I walked out of the hospital to a small gazebo and fell apart. No words, just a mountain of grief pouring out. Over time the grief slowed to a drizzle, and still is seeping out.
It is traumatizing to have someone that you love die. It doesn't really matter whether the relationship was good or bad, it still brings grief.
Now like the disciples, I was overcome with grief. My mind could not process. I felt wave after wave of grief not sure that the next wave wouldn't take me under. I felt numb yet in a kind of pain that I never experienced previously. I simply could not wrap my mind around anything.
Some reading this have experienced this kind of grief, Some may be walking through it now.
Let's go back to the scripture in Matthew:
" The 11 disciples traveled to Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus had directed them. When they saw Him, they worshiped, but some doubted. Then Jesus came near and said to them, “All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth. Go, therefore, and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe everything I have commanded you. And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age.”
This was not the first time that Jesus had appeared to them. It says in John chapter 20 that Jesus appeared to Mary Magdalene, his disciples, Thomas and the disciples,and in verse 30 of John 20 it says, "Now Jesus did many other signs in the presence of the disciples, which are not recorded in this book;..."

Jesus knew the fog and mind-numbing effects of grief. He also knew the sense of confusion, the "I can't wrap my mind around this." Jesus knew. Notice that Jesus did not say to them, "Get it together, stop wandering around, get over it."

He simply gave them purpose.

In those last verses of Matthew 28 Jesus was telling them, "I know that you have been through a lot. I know your pain and confusion. I see your fear. But guys, I have a purpose for everything that you have gone through. I have a purpose for your life! You are still going to have times of the waves of grief. You are still going to relive the trauma of watching me die, BUT I have a plan for you. And your testimony about me is going to change your world and the entire world forever. So be about living your lives with this mission. Go. Preach, teach and tell everyone you come in relationship with what you have seen and heard. Go and know that I AM with you always, to the very end."

We have a purpose. Our lives and joys and pain have a purpose for the sake of Christ. 

As we go about our lives, we are to tell the story of our joy, our pain and our grief, how Jesus still has a purpose for our lives. And even in the midst of our deepest pain... Go, tell, and change our world for Jesus Christ, knowing that He is with us to the very end.

In memory and honor of Betty Barnes, my mom. July 10, 2014.

Life On the Shelf

There are a couple of bowls in my cabinet that Gene and I got as presents when we were married. I use these bowls all the time. They are the perfect size for mixing, serving, storing, or whatever else I need. Here’s the thing… these bowls are old. They are an odd color of yellow with green designs. They are dated. Every once and a while one of my children tell me that it is time to get some new bowls, but  I like these bowls a lot. It would actually never occur to me to NOT use them.  Old and a bit ugly aside, they are still as useful now as when they were given to us.

I am going to be painfully honest now. (This would be a great time to stop reading if you can’t handle bare honesty.) I feel very much like my bowls lately. Old and a bit ugly, put on the shelf because it seems that my usefulness isn’t needed. (I did warn you.) I am constantly questioning my own motives. I want, more than I can express to be useful in the kingdom of God and the ministry of my church. There are things that I feel great passion for in ministry.  I am not one given to breaking into tears, but get me talking about the things that I am most passionate about and I can cry a bucket full in no time at all.

But what happens when your gifts are not needed. What happens when your usefulness is questioned. What happens when you are put on the shelf. Trust me when I tell you that I know all the right answers. We have been in ministry for close to 30 years. I recognize the seasons of ministry. The seasons of life.  However, I am coming to see that perhaps we as the church have acquiesced to our culture in ways that we should never allow.  Old and a bit ugly does not equal useless. Out of date does not mean ready for the retirement home or trash bin.

I have always believed and lived out, “If there is a job that needs to be done, don’t wait for someone else to do it. Don’t call the janitor if there is a spill, clean it up.” There are some things that I do because they need to be done. I know how to do them.  I might even be good at those jobs. But these things are not the tasks that I have a Spirit-filled passion. I will continue to do whatever is needed but I need to be deeply immersed in ministry that God has granted me passion to be involved in. It gives me fire to sustain the jobs that I may not feel a great passion to do.

As the wife of a pastor I have learned to keep silent about most things to preserve the unity of the body. I hold that as one of my highest priorities. I am taking a chance of being misunderstood for expressing my grief. My reasoning for this post is that if I feel this way, there must be others in the Body who feel the same. Maybe some aren’t feeling old and a bit ugly, maybe it is more scarred and broken, or too young and inexperienced, or whatever condition you are in. I pray that the church will be looking for people that are passionate about the Gospel, passionate about ministry, but have been delegated to shelf duty. We need these folks more than ever.  And those on the shelf need to be active again.

Or… it could be that I am guilty of “thinking too highly of myself.” And if that is so, maybe a little more time on the shelf is what is needed.



“ For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance with the faith God has distributed to each of you. For just as each of us has one body with many members, and these members do not all have the same function, so in Christ we, though many, form one body, and each member belongs to all the others. We have different gifts, according to the grace given to each of us. If your gift is prophesying, then prophesy in accordance with your faith; if it is serving, then serve; if it is teaching, then teach; if it is to encourage, then give encouragement; if it is giving, then give generously; if it is to lead, do it diligently; if it is to show mercy, do it cheerfully.” Romans 12:3-8


I would love to hear your thoughts,


Kat