I looked into the eyes of parents and children one Saturday night during Linden ’s
Christmas Parade. Some were screaming in
anticipation of candy, beads, or a T-shirt.
Some were downright ugly in their pleas for these condiments of
Christmas.
Santa and his little helper tossed beads, candy, pencils,
T-shirts, and stuffed animals toward what are normally, upstanding citizens, of
the hamlet of West Alabama . Mixed with the screams for objects of
Christmas cheer were the occasional shout about the reality of jolly fat man dressed
in red and white atop the fire engine.
There in the crowd was a mother snatching the gift from her son
and a dad holding a small child that was too timid to scream at those on the
parade floats. Scuffling boys competed
for pencils and beads as police and volunteers directed traffic insuring that
everyone had opportunity to get the simple gifts dispersed by Old Saint Nick
and his small assistant.
It is said that the Christmas season brings out the best in
people. I saw that disappear for a few
moments in the parade. The debacle of
momentary insanity on the crowded sidewalks of downtown is akin to catfish in a
pond at feeding time. Everyone is
grabbing for penny ante candy and cheap beads.
Santa had to instruct a man that the purple hippo tossed to a small, shy
little girl was her's, not him. He looked
miffed, but the joy the little girl gave through her smile was
priceless. Santa had tossed her a
stuffed animal.
I have to ask the question why do people act so bizarre at
events such as parades. As I took my early
morning walk the following morning, beads, various hard candies, and wrappers
desecrated the streets that were decorated for Christmas. Gone were the vendors, most of the rides, the
laughter, and the excitement. Now, the
hum of a generator stirred the morning fog.
Linden
looked like a desolate place. Pieces of
dropped and discarded food were now the property of ants and other assorted
insects collecting for the approaching storm.
Dogs, cats, and many other varmints feasted on the waste of having a
good time and celebrating Christmas.
I suppose that Bethlehem
was like that the morning that Jesus lay in the manger. The night before was bustling with
excitement. People from distant lands
returned home to complete the census for the Roman government. I wonder who my ancient counterpart was the
morning after the Shepherds and the Heavenly host had visited the place where
the Messiah was born. I wonder what
sounds hummed that morning and if Bethlehem
looked like a deserted place.
I am inclined to think that very little changed that morning
in Bethlehem ,
but I am sure that the Shepherds did more than hum. They were witnesses to the birth of the King
of kings and Lord of lords.
Lots of hard work goes into hosting a parade and I am
thankful to live in a town, county, and country where we have parades
celebrating magnificent moments in our being.
My prayer is that God’s people share the true meaning of magnificent
moments to a world that wants and settles for hangouts.
The look in the eyes of spectators is haunting. Screaming, pushing, and shoving for what the
poet A. E. Houseman termed “endless rue” is the nature of society. The real purpose of the parade is
priceless. God gave us Himself.
But when the fulness
of the time was come, God sent forth his Son (Galatians 4:4a KJV).
For unto you is born
this day in the city of David
a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And
this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling
clothes, lying in a manger (Luke 2:11 -12
KJV).
Remember in a time where fear and anxiety rule, God remains
King of kings and Lord of lords. Candy,
beads, and things are the condiments of Christmas. Jesus is the true gift of hope and peace. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year