I was raised in a non-Christian home. There were four children in the house, and it was not unusual for the gifts to almost touch the ceiling. We did not have any idea that “Jesus was the reason for the season.” We did Christmas up big! Then on December 14, 1988 that all changed.
My youngest brother died in a car accident. My parents’ Christmas zeal just went away. I remember that year well, as it was my first son’s second Christmas. I had been saved in April of that year and was struggling with how to celebrate Christmas for my son but still respect this grief that my family was so overtaken with.
I was very young in my faith, but I knew I could pray, “God, how do I make this Christmas special when the loss of my precious brother is so tender?” God sweetly reminded me, when He sent His son, this babe, who would one day take away the sins of the world, He also sent the one who would conquer the grave.
During the Christmas season of 1988, like the Shepherds, we turned our celebration from the mountains of gifts to the celebration of the ultimate gift, where all our hopes could rest. We glorified and praised God for all He had done through His son Jesus.