I just realized that if I don’t write something about
Christmas this week, my next post will be after Christmas. In realizing that I
also realized that I failed to take note of a very special day to me, December
13th. So I will start with December 13 remembrances.
In 1978 – that was 35 years ago – on December 13th
I wrote in my journal: “I believe!” I wrote it in big letters with several
exclamation points after it. It was my first proclamation of a belief in Jesus
Christ. It wasn’t proclaimed publicly for several days after that, but December
13th is the official first day of the rest of my life. It’s the day
I put my faith and trust in my Higher Power for the first time.
Since that day I have experienced God in many ways in my
life, but when I’m struggling with my faith, I need to remember to go back to
what life was like before that December 13th in 1978. I see that I
was only able to make a sober decision to trust in Christ because of God’s
power in my life. Up until that time, I drank alcohol on a regular basis. I was
surviving college and managing to do okay in my classes but my social life was
wrapped up in parties and drinking (even when there wasn’t a party to go to). I
don’t have any explanation as to how I stayed sober long enough to make a
decision to trust in God. The only explanation is that God was at work in me.
He was providing a small miracle to help me see Him more clearly. I stayed
sober long enough to make a decision to follow Him and He helped me stay sober
after that for quite some time. I only returned to drinking when I lost sight
of the One who got me sober in the first place. When I doubt God’s existence, I
return in my memory to those days in 1978 when all seemed hopeless and I felt
so alone. There was a change in my life because of Christ. There’s no other
explanation and I need no other proof that God exists.
There’s another December 13th that is meaningful
to me. On December 13, 1989, my son was born. He was another miracle of God
that I can hold onto when I doubt God’s existence. He was born healthy, more or
less, in spite of my insulin-dependent diabetes. He has made huge difference in
my life and I cherish the memories of his infancy and childhood. I also am
excited to see what the future holds for him. His name means “gift of God,” and
he has proven to be that for me.
December, in general, is a special time of the year for me.
Besides the two births – mine into Christ and my son’s into this world – there
was a baby born over 2,000 years ago. That brings me great joy. I’ve been
doubting a lot lately, but the Christmas season reminds me that there’s hope.
It seems like such a fantastic story . . . a virgin giving birth, a boy growing
into a man who would die for my sins, etc. But, those things took miracles to
happen. There’s hope in miracles. Maybe there will be miracles for me in my
future. Christmas brings the hope of miracles with it.
So I choose to look at the joy and miracles of the Christmas
season. I choose to believe in the birth of Christ and in all the stories found
in Scripture. There are miracles happening all around us everyday. I just need
to choose to see them and believe in the Giver of miracles. That’s where I get
joy from in the month of December.