Posts Tagged ‘Christmas’

I’ve always had a fascination for the Christmas song about the three kings who visited baby Jesus. The Magi, known also as the three wise men. It always seemed strange to me that three kings would bother to get up off their high seats, get on their camels and set out to follow a star. Even if it signified the birth of another king. Why would three kings be excited about the birth of another king anyway??

But the story seems so mystical, even today. I can almost smell the incense.

We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Following yonder star

The story of the Magi, the three kings who followed a star to Bethlehem to honor whom they believed to be was a new born king. And the gifts they brought were fascinating too. Gold, frankincense and myrrh.

Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to rein

Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a Deity nigh
Pray’r and praising, all men raising
Worship Him, God most high

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes of life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb

The meaning of the words were always a bit hazy to me, and seemed to carry some sort of ancient secret message. Kinda gets me into that Dan Brown perspective, and I feel that I’m mouthing some ancient coded words when I sing the song. Kind of creepy in a spine-tingling way.

The gifts are said to be symbolical: the gold is said to be a symbol of kingship, frankincense a symbol of prayer and myrrh a symbol of death. Strange gifts to bring a newborn prince *shrug*

Glorious now behold Him arise
King and God and Sacrifice
Alleluia, Alleluia
Earth to heav’n replies

Yup, never fails to leave me in awe.

Give, and let live

Posted: December 23, 2010 in Uncategorized
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So its about 7 in the morning and someone evil who had nothing better to do than call and wake me up out of my precious sleep said something which got me thinking.

Here I was, under 3 blankets, in embryo position, orbiting around a pillow that I was hugging for dear life, wondering how on earth people find it in themselves the will to get up at about five or six in the morning, have a shower, get dressed, and go to work. It’s so cold!! Yes yes, so I AM in Sri Lanka and I’m obviously whining about just a bit of cold which yes I know is nothing compared to what other countries are experiencing, but in my little bubble it’s cold ok!

But what I got thinking on was that hey I’m in bed, under three blankets, I don’t wake up early unless some horrid person calls me (which they always do) and when I DO wake up I’m in warm clothing, drinking a nice cup of something warm, having a nice warm meal and in a house where there is a nice bulbed-up Christmas tree. And then there are people out there who are sleeping on the pavement, with none of that, covering themselves up with whatever rags they have.

Not just people; families, children, dogs and cats. Without proper shelter. Without food. Without anything to drink let alone something warm. And we go out and spend, spend, spend and spend on Christmas presents and nice pretty things for ourselves not thinking for a moment that just one of those purchases could probably feed a whole family. A warm meal. In this cold.

Now I know this is not anything new or a sudden awesome thing that dawned on only me for the first time in the world, but I guess we forget how blessed we are and how much we have to be thankful for. And how much we need to give. We forget during the whole rush of life and complains about our little luxuries that there are people and animals out there who wish for food. Just a bit of food.

And how much can we really give? There would be no end to it if you tried doing it properly right? I don’t know, but I guess doing what you can would make a big difference.

I bought a tiny pair of antique-looking earrings yesterday with a turquoise stone set on each, a pair that I wanted quite badly, and that tiny pair means a lot to me. It’s just a pair of earrings, not even a necessity, but they mean a lot. Likewise, what little thing we can donate would I guess would mean a lot to someone who has nothing. A jacket, a meal, slippers, a book, a penny.

I’m nearing broke-ness and need to get so many other things before Christmas but I do have a lot of clothes and shoes that I can spare. It’s the least I can do but I guess it’s better than nothing. I need to wake up.

 

So I’m grinning for no particular reason, am high on a warm fuzzy optimistic feeling, and the sparkles in my eyes are reflections of Christmas lights. The tree is up, I’ve got Christmas crooners on my music player and the December cold has got my nose looking like Rudolph’s. And I just realized, all this is like slow and magical foreplay to Christmas  🙂

Think about it… There are the Christmas carols and music to create that particular ambiance and get you in the mood. The words and chords strike and stimulate those Christougenous zones and you’re body and soul is on tenterhooks with anticipation.

Then there’s all that is glittery and bright, from the tinsel to the baubles to all those decorations everywhere. There are the Santas at the shopping malls, the sounds of jingling bells, people’s phones emitting Christmas ringtones, a magnitude of presents being made ready for loved ones, the list goes on. Everything looks bright and beautiful and there are sighs of pleasure, an incessant hum of Oh!s and Ah!s at every turn.

And people… Everyone’s gotten into that official busy Christmas shopper tread, everyone’s out there at the shops, and there seems to be an abundance of children all of a sudden as well. There’s jostling and pushing, grunts of irritation, Argh!s and Omph!s. A general good ol’ annual bout of Christmas rush  🙂

And it keeps building and building, the music serenading, the excitement heightening, the joyous shouts getting ecstatic, Oh! Ah!!  Argh!?! Omph! Everything in frenzy, going faster and faster… Aaah!!  Oh!! and..

After weeks of that kind of anticipation and foreplay, Christmas is bound to be blissful  🙂

 

Escalating screams in the background followed by an OOH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOSH…. It’s Christmas!!!*!!*