December 08, 2010 A friend lent me a little book she had purchased at Amazing Grace. Author Jim Chapman had reviewed the wonderful little Christmas poem, T'was the Night Before Christmas with some irony—using the musings of a young dad as he viewed the chaos and clutter surrounding the holiday season. He had been too busy over-extending his energy and finances in attempts to spread good cheer to realize he had forgotten the reason for the celebration in the first place.
In the middle of the book which the author titled "The Night After Christmas," is a paradigm so full of truth, so deep, yet so simple, which grabbed at the young dad's heart. "A baby, yet a king. A lamb, yet a lion—the Ancient of Days, yet the Father's own scion.* From the cradle to the cross, Deity born to die—a concept so unsearchable, we wonder how and why."
*scion—1. a shoot, or bud of a plant, especially one for planting or grafting. 2. a descendant; offspring.
Warming to the charm of the book, I resolved at that moment to make a conscious effort to keep things simple, and to pass the idea on to the rest of you. Maybe in all of our heated frenzy to find the best deals, we're missing the real deal. Just a thought my friend thought was worth passing on.
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Willene Tanis is a longtime resident of the Imlay City area and an active volunteer in the community. Many readers find her 'Perspectives' column to universal and uplifting.