Grandchildren are the crowning glory of the aged… Proverbs 17:6 (NLT)
Even though I know it’s true, I’m not so sure I like being called “aged!” But, I sure do like being called ‘grandma!’ My five grandkids are indeed ‘crowning glories’ for me at this stage of my life journey.
The wonder of Christmas began when a band of angels announced the birth of Jesus on that first Christmas Eve. The Message describes it like this:
There were sheepherders camping in the neighborhood. They had set night watches over their sheep. Suddenly, God’s angel stood among them and God’s glory blazed around them. They were terrified. The angel said, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here to announce a great and joyful event that is meant for everybody, worldwide: A Savior has just been born in David’s town, a Savior who is Messiah and Master. This is what you’re to look for: a baby wrapped in a blanket and lying in a manger.”
At once the angel was joined by a huge angelic choir singing God’s praises:
Glory to God in the heavenly heights,
Peace to all men and women on earth who please him. (Luke 2:12-14)
Last Sunday, Ron and I went to the church our daughter and her family attends. A team of dedicated and daring adults led a horde of kids of many ages in a Christmas pageant production. It was amazing. And, because children can be quite unpredictable, it was also amusing at times.
Our five-year-old granddaughter, Emalynn, was an angel. Emmi accepted the responsibility of her first-ever ‘big kid’ role quite seriously. She started practicing her ‘angel dance’ even before she’d been instructed in the routine. She insisted on wearing appropriate ‘angel’ attire to every rehearsal. You can see from this picture that she was indeed a lovely little angel representation.
Less than a week later, we drove for close to an hour on icy roads to watch 15-month-old Reeve jingle some little bells during a precious, though comical, rendition of “Jingle Bells.” It was Reeve’s first public performance at his daycare’s Christmas program. To his grandpa and grandma, the drive had been worth the photo op and all five to ten minutes of our younger grandson’s stardom.
Honestly, I’m a sucker for the Christmas season. I told a friend this morning even though I love writing bi-weekly blog posts, at this time of year, there are moments when I’d rather watch sappy, plot-predictable Hallmark Christmas movies or read a Christmas-themed novel. (This year’s choice is The Mistletoe Secret by Richard Paul Evans.)
Sometimes, I feel like my preoccupation with the wonder of the season of Advent is shallow. At other times, I wonder if a life interlude filled with music; brightly-colored decorations; lots of twinkling lights; yummy cookies; friendship gatherings; happy-ending movies and novels; presents; and yes, grandkids in pageants is good for the health of one’s soul.
Here are a few more Christmas-themed photos of Emalynn and Reeve:
I hope you, like me, are enjoying this faith-filled, festive season…