I recently came across a creative writing assignment that asks the writer to compose a 26 word story utilizing each letter in the alphabet in order. No extra words are allowed and it must make sense. I thought I would give it a go with Christmas in mind. Feel free to try your own, but this is what I came up with:
(I cheated on the “x”)
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Arriving bundled, Christ descended, entered futility – God himself incarnate. Jesus, knowing love makes new obedience possible, quietly reaped sins transfer ushering victory with x-alted, yielded zeal.
As the lights of Christmas trees begin to glow and wish lists are being finalized, the lure of materialism grows. “Newer, faster, bigger, better!” It’s a daring tactic by the enemy to flaunt his earthly wares at a time when Christians celebrate the arrival of our Savior–the very Savior who came to die, that we might die to worldliness. So it is appropriate that we not let our guard down this season (or any other time of the year for that matter).
The world’s offerings are but empty boxes of rust and dirt compared to what we have been given in Christ. Seeking fulfillment in and through these things is like straining to quench a dying thirst from a bone-dry, dusty, cracked flowerpot. Keeping us distracted and hurried, even with activities that in and of themselves can be good, edifying, and joy-filled, is the world’s aim. But anything that takes our hearts and minds away from experiencing the all-satisfying joy that is to be found in Christ alone means we settle for less than what God intends.
So let us enjoy the blessings we’ve been given this Christmas. Let us be thankful for God’s kindness in our lives. Let us appreciate family and friends being together in this busy world. Let us even give gifts in honor of the great gift we’ve been given. But let us do all of these things, being ever mindful of what this “holiday” is truly about.
Christ came. He died. He rose again. He fulfilled God’s plan of redemption. And He will, one day, come again.
He is our hope–He is our joy–He is our peace. He is Immanuel–God with us.
Surreal glow in western sky
Appeared as though to draw us nigh
What wonder does this starlight call
On such as we to leave our all
And journey forth to unknown lands
‘Twas the star’s summoning hand
Should we tarry to find its source
No, ’tis but One with such force
To steer the heavens against their will
His power deserves our lowest kneel
Thus we go, unknowing much
But having felt a majestic touch
Expecting crowds of searchers here
Unknowing faces and silence near
Where is he, the King of Jews
God himself hath brought us news
Do you not know of this great deed
Sir, ma’am – do you not take heed
The Babe’s been born from virgin womb
Awaken from your sleeping doom
The star goes on and thus we do
But plead with all to follow too
We reach the Child and thus bow down
Our gifts we give for His renown
Gazing upon His divine face
Knowing then, ’twas sheer grace
The star He sent across the land
A call that created its demand