It doesn’t feel like Christmas to me. But the calendar
doesn’t lie. The season has crept up on me. Without decorations, advent services
at church, warm clothes and the scent of pine in the air I can’t seem to
conjure up what Christmas usually means to me. I can’t find that cozy place of
comfort and security that I look forward to so much every year.
But that doesn’t mean that it is not going to be a good
Christmas. It is going to be different in so many ways. The men will be
slaughtering a sheep for us on Christmas morning (a gift to us from a 103 year
old man!!) for us to roast over an open fire and eat that night. There will be
no presents under the tree (there will be no Christmas tree) or fabulous
Christmas breakfast tempting my nose as I rise. But there will be friends and
family. The people who have walked beside me for the past three months will be
there to love me. I am sure there will be laughter, because there always is,
and probably a few tears. We are going to sing Christmas carols at the top of
our lungs while wearing our t-shirts and long African skirts. We will be
worship and we will remember the true meaning of the day by giving thanks to
the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords. We will be handing out hot food to
street kids on Christmas day. I cannot think of a better way to celebrate the
birthday of our Savior.
Wishing you blessings and peace throughout the holiday season!
Merry Christmas from Kenya!
