MERRY CHRISTMAS!

From our family to yours, we wish you a Merry Christmas! May your heart be filled with joy over the gift of Jesus, who was, and is, and is to come!

Blessings, from the Nyman family

Back row: Micah, Adam, Hans, Klaus, Lars, Nelson.
Middle row: Linnea, Katy, Brooke, Margaret, Louisa, Birgitta
Front row: Autumn, Thomas, Nicholas, Skylar, Evelyn, Emerald

“Lord, there is no one like you. You are great, and your name is great and powerful.” (Jeremiah 10:6)

(P.S. I’ll be taking Christmas Day off, but will meet you here again on December 26!)

No-el

Every family has its special holiday traditions and customs, from favorite foods to must-do celebrations. Christmas trees are adorned with unique homemade ornaments, scruffy from years of use, and the same well-worn household decorations come out year after year. Lifted out of tattered storage boxes, they bring a fresh thrill each December.

When it comes time to put away our family’s Christmas things, I always leave two items for LIFO (last-in, first-out): my giant canister of holiday cd’s, and the tin of holiday necklaces, earrings, and broaches. After December 1st, it’s only Christmas music at our house, and it’s holiday “jewelry” every day.

When the kids were little, they argued over who would wear which of the pins and trinkets in the jewelry tin, some of them crudely made by pudgy fingers in kindergarten. But for years now, my grown children haven’t cared to wear them, so I’ve been the only one dipping into the tin. That is until this year. Suddenly my old Christmas baubles have taken on new life in the hands of my grands.

Skylar in particular has been fascinated with their “beauty,” and Nicholas has been concerned over the “pokey’s” on the broaches, wanting each one safely clasped. Last Sunday I pleased them all by wearing the biggest broach, a red ceramic “Noel” pin 5” long that included a chunky poinsettia.

But while bending down to hug a child after church, I heard a crack and realized I’d pressed him up against the broach. “Ouch!” he said, and pulled away, looking up at me.

“Oh my!” I said. “I think I hugged you into my pin!”

We rubbed his head, and he skipped off to get a Christmas cookie. That night when I went to remove the broach and put it away, I realized the crack I’d heard hadn’t been a child’s head at all but the snapping of the broach in half. When I took it off, it simply said, “No” instead of “Noel.” Eventually I went back to church to hunt for the “el” but never found it.

The word “noel” has become synonymous with Christmas, but originally it meant birth or day of birth. That’s where our Christmas carol The First Noel got its story-line: “Noel, noel, born is the King of Israel.”

But what about the “el?” It’s definition  is a good one: the name of God as strength, might, power, sovereignty. “El” is used hundreds of time in Scripture, often coupled with more descriptive words that detail God’s character: El Emet (God of truth), El Olam (everlasting God), El De’ot (God of knowledge), El Hakkavod (God of glory), and many more.

And on Sunday I lost my “EL!”

But what a glorious miracle to know that throughout my lifetime, my real EL cannot be lost, because I will never say NO to EL Chaiyai, “The God of my life.”

“By day the Lord commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life (El Chaiyai)” (Psalm 42:8)

Mourning in the Morning

This morning’s church service starred 25 youngsters who sang a story about the Christmas Star of Bethlehem. They were adorable dressed in Sunday finery that was enhanced with angel wings, sheep bonnets, and shepherd’s- wear.

But before their procession down the aisle to the sanctuary stage, Pastor Kyle took the mic and focused our attention on the 26 people who died in Friday’s elementary school shooting, most of them young children the same ages as those we were about to see perform in church.

Kyle did a masterful job of balancing intense grief with Christmas joy, telling us that God hates evil and knows how each Connecticut family feels, since he witnessed the merciless killing of his own Son. We were reminded that his plans include making all things right, in the end. In other words, we don’t have to grieve without hope that justice will be done. Meanwhile, we’re to turn our conversations and our questions into prayer, which is what we did next.

Twenty-six members of the congregation held 26 pieces of paper on which the names and ages of those slain were written, and during the pastor’s prayer for their families, each name and age was read aloud. Emotional sniffles could be heard amongst us, and thoughts of 26 families planning funerals today brought a mix of nausea and grief.

But Linda, our pianist, soothed us all by adding the comforting music of Braham’s Lullaby to her offertory, reminding us of the eternal, impenetrable safety of God’s arms.

Later, while waiting for lunch at a restaurant table for 17, my brother-in-law Bervin helped put things into perspective in a prayer. He made a request for those 26 heartbroken families by asking God to pull their thoughts toward Him. His important prayer was that the momentous losses of their loved ones would cause them to turn their lives over to the Lord of love and eternal security.

And that’s really the bottom line, not just for those involved in the shootings but for all of us, even the children in our church musical this morning. No matter what happens here on earth, especially in terms of bodily harm, it’s important to look to the condition of our souls, because it’s that part of us that can live forever where morning will never include mourning.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

(Horatio Gates Spafford, 1873)

“Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope…. We will be with the Lord forever.” (1 Thessalonians 4:13,17)