The Real Christmas Tree

When we were kids, we always got our Christmas tree the last day of school before Christmas. We put the tree up on Christmas Eve and left it up until New Year’s Day.

After I had my own home, I couldn’t get in the mood to decorate until Christmas Eve and I usually left my tree up until long after New Year’s Day. One year I even thought about turning my tree into a Valentine tree, a St Patrick’s tree, and an Easter tree, maybe even a 4th of July tree.

It doesn’t seem like Christmas without a tree, decorated with cute little ornaments my children made when they were small, and little ornaments we had when I was a child. There aren’t many of those left now, but I love them.
Of course I love a real cedar Christmas tree. I used to buy a real tree from the fire station every year. I love the smell of a Christmas tree, but an artificial tree is so much easier.

Within the Christmas story is the story of the real Christmas tree, the cross. God became flesh, born of the virgin Mary as the Holy Son of God, Jesus Christ. That’s the beginning of the story that continues with Jesus Christ on the tree, the cross of Calvary, giving Himself completely for the whole world. He died and was buried, but then rose again from the dead as our Savior, seated at the right hand of God, crowned as the King of kings.

“Because Christ also suffered for us,…. who Himself bore our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, having died to sins, might live for righteousness.” I Peter 2:21-24 New King James Version.

From the words of the old hymn, The Old Rugged Cross, written by George Bennard, (1873-1958.) “So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross, till my trophies at last I lay down. I will cling to the old rugged cross, and exchange it someday for a crown.”

From the cross, a true Christmas tree, to a crown.

He Has Made Me Glad

I was not glad when I got out of bed this morning. Some things have occurred this week that put me in a bad mood.

Since a recent store remodel, I have to walk all over looking for items on my list, and even then I might not find what I am looking for. I’ve never really liked shopping, but this has made me grumpy.

I had bronchitis last week and spent several days lying around before finally going to the doctor, where he gave me the standard treatment and I recovered. I didn’t ever feel sick, but had that crazy cough that won’t go away, especially at night, so I wasn’t sleeping well.

I made a mistake on the date on the invitation to our club’s Christmas party and spend hours on the phone trying to contact the ones I thought would come. Of course it all turned out fine, but I felt like a silly goose for making that mistake.

The dog decided this week to stay outside when I called and called him, even though the temperatures were down below 40, colder than he is used to. One time I even had to slip on a coat and shoes to go make him come inside, since he wouldn’t come when I called.

Then Sunday morning came. When I walked in the doors of the church, I made up my mind to praise the Lord. I brought out an old praise chorus from the 1980s that kept coming to my mind, and played it for us to sing, to focus our minds on Jesus.

“I will enter His gates with thanksgiving in my heart. I will enter His courts with praise. I will say this is the day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice for He has made me glad.” (Taken from Psalms 100:4 King James Version.)

Circumstances are subject to change, but if they don’t, we can choose to keep the joy of the Lord in my heart and in my mouth in spite of the circumstances.

Nothing changed but my attitude. I choose to praise the Lord.