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Summary: Can you make room in your homes and families for Jesus this Christmas season?

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Christmas at the Kitchen Table

Luke 2:1-7

December 9, 2007

Toni and I have some friends who have two daughters the same age as our youngest two children. I’m actually amazed that we’re friends because our families are so different. We are not at opposite ends of the Annual Conference and so we don’t see each other too often anymore.

When we would be invited to dinner at their place, everything would be immaculate. The table would be beautifully set. The house would be cleaned to within an inch of its life. Their two daughters were so well-behaved that we hardly knew they were there. Their family life was straight out of “Ozzie and Harriett.”

By way of contrast, when they would come to our house, it would seem like a scene right out of “Everybody Loves Raymond.” The last time we had them over for dinner, we were living in Elkhart. After dinner, the adults were talking in the living room, catching up with each other, and the kids (they were in high school at the time) were in the family room watching television.

All of a sudden we heard a loud, awful profanity issue forth from the TV. One of our boys (and I still don’t know which one) had brought home a really raunchy “R” rated video. No, they were not allowed to watch those things (at least when we had some control over it), but they obviously thought they could put one over on mom and dad, and that with company there, we wouldn’t notice. Plus, my boys being who my boys are took a real delight in scandalizing these two young ladies and went out of their way to shock them with their behavior.

When I watch our friends – and they really are friends, and have been very important to us – they always make me think of those Christmas commercials on television. You know the ones: the perfect family is gathered around the perfect dinner table with the perfectly roasted turkey and the perfectly behaved children and the perfectly jolly grandpa seated at the head of the table with the perfectly decorated Christmas tree in the background.

When I watch those things on TV, I feel a not-to-subtle pressure to live up to expectations that we will never be able to meet. We like to believe that the Christmas season is a peaceful season, but the reality is that it is a season in which we work ourselves into a frenzy with all of the decorating and cooking and cleaning and partying and shopping. It’s hard to relax when the traffic at the mall makes you want to tear your hair out, when every charity in the world wants your money, when the dog eats tinsel from the Christmas tree, and when “Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer” blares from your radio every time you get into the car.

My guess is that things are not too much different with young families now than they were when our family was young. When Christmas Eve rolls around, mom is dead-tired, Dad is cranky, and the kids are hopped up on sugar and red dye. I guess it’s not too surprising that the levels of depression rise during this season because the reality doesn’t live up to the expectation.


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