Christ Was

This story didn't happen to me, but it is true.  It happened to a dear friend and I am taking a wee bit of artistic license with it.  

It was almost Christmas.  I was grumpy.  Tired, worn out and grumpy.  Oh, we had everything that we needed, but money was tight, bills were piling up, the kids were difficult and we lived in the land of the NEVER ENDING SNOW.  And here was Christmas.  I couldn't quite shake this feeling of weariness.  Dreariness.  Nothing earthshaking, just a lack of something.  It's probably something every young mom contends with.  But still, it was Christmas and I was NOT in the mood.

I decided to do something about it.  There was a family in town with nothing.  I was going to help them have a Christmas too.  I organized some friends to get them some presents and then remembered I had an old beat-up Wal-mart Christmas tree in the basement so I hauled it out to lend to them.

And there it was.  The writing on the wall. Well, technically not the wall, the box.

Christwas.

An upside down letter turned me upside down as well.

Christ Was.

A promise

A baby

A boy

A blessing

Missing

Found 

In favour with God and men

Teacher 

Healer 

Master

Messiah

Hated

Despised

Rejected

Wounded for our transgressions 

Crucified

Buried

Alive

CHRIST WAS

AND

CHRIST IS

Alive

Saviour

Coming King

CHRIST IS TO COME

What more could I ask for?

Nothing.