Tuesday, December 25, 2012



                     
                                                                                                                                 
 
                                                                                                                 25th of December '12
                                                                                                                  5:26AM
                                                                                                       
Dear Jesus,
         Happy Birthday! Woohoo! I'm not going to ask You about Your age ‘cause You always look young and handsome to me despite the fact that I haven’t seen You yet and that’s not what we are going to talk about. How’s Your birthday, by the way? We don’t know the exact date or time of Your birth and it has been a debatable topic ever since but let us celebrate it today, I know You won’t mind.
         I am thrilled with the idea that the whole world is throwing You a party. Isn't that so cool? I can only imagine how many cakes have been baked for You and the number of wine bottles served for You on every dining table. Maybe they’re not as elegant as the wine You miraculously prepared at a wedding in Cana but I know You’ll appreciate them anyway.
          However, there’s a feeling in my heart that I keep inside. I know You are aware of it and You know the very reason for it. Sorry, I’m so dramatic but it just saddens me whenever I see people celebrate Christmas without You or more specifically, Your birthday. The enemy strikes twice as hard, ruining Your birthday. People are throwing endless Christmas parties and You’re not even invited. There are a lot of presents for everyone but You didn't even receive one. I didn't get to open any present too, but that’s fine because it’s not my birthday anyway. It makes me wonder how You have felt about that. During Christmas dinner, people stuff themselves with food and there’s nothing wrong with that. But couldn't they pray first? Or should I consider taking pictures of the food and posting it on Instagram the new “grace before meals”? Little children, my little sister and cousins not spared, know Santa Claus more than they know You. Santa can’t fit in chimneys, and we don’t even have a chimney! And please, don’t let me get started on some people who chose to be sad this season because their love life is zero. There are blankets available everywhere!
        Sorry Jesus for all these rants, this is what I feel inside and You know it. However, I know that even though all these things sadden You, You understand. You will always understand because you love us unconditionally. I know there are still a lot of people who has the same heart as I have and we will always be grateful for Christmas. Christmas is the only time where I see many people get so kind and loving, the whole world is filled with love. Christmas is also an opportunity to share and bless others. Christmas is the time where we enjoy marvellous display of lights across the neighbourhood and the cities. Christmas is also a time to be with our families and loved ones, making up for the days, weeks, and months that we haven’t seen each other. These things make us happy. But the most important reason why we are grateful for Christmas is because it’s Your birthday. You came into this world as a baby boy lying in a manger to be our Saviour, our King, and for this reason our hearts are overjoyed and that’s priceless.
         Jesus, let me give You a big, long,warm hug. Happy Happy Birthday. When You return we can already celebrate Your birthday together and it will be the best birthday bash ever! I love You so much.                                                                                                 
                                                                                                                           Love always,
                                                                                                                           Mic-mic:-)


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