If 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.
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 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!