Coming Home For Christmas

Coming Home For Christmas

copyright Millie Plastaras December 21, 2001
All Rights Reserved


It became clear at once that this was no ordinary night.
The sky was becoming darker, and the snow flurries were
building up quickly, till it was a blur outside. Cameron looked out the window watching the snow begin to fall
harder and build up on the ground. She turned and faced
the room, the chill beginning to reach her, she walked toward the fireplace gathering the wood sitting by it, and tossing in a log to add to the small fire she started earlier.

It was almost Christmas night, and she was alone in this cabin in the woods. She had come out here to get away from the cacophony of the city, the noise, the crowds, the loneliness and the problems. She just wanted to take time to get to know herself better, and decide what to do about her future.

The last year had changed everything. She had built a company from the ground up, and worked endless hours to make it successful. It had taken all her time and energy. It had been more than she had hoped, and less than she had hoped. It gave her all the financial security she had ever dreamed of, and none of the emotional security she seemed to need right now.

Why was this happening at this point in her life? She sat on the couch gathering her coffee cup to her, and musing over the past. She remembered fondly so many Christmas times past with her parents. Both were gone now, and some of the memories had faded a bit. But the warmth and love they had showed her never faded. What a blessing they had been to her. The word blessing. That is what was missing.

Each Christmas her mother and Father had made a big ceremony of the nativity Scene. It started the first of December, and each night a new piece would come out of it's wrapping and take it's place on the table. They would sit and talk about the meaning of Christmas. And Mom would always make cookies or a new treat each day. What cozy times those were. The Christ Child was always the center of their celebration. And on Christmas day, they made a party of it. A cake to remember Jesus birthday, and songs to sing His praises. It was a wonderful thing to remember.

That was what was missing in her life. She had no spiritual life anymore. She had neglected the Christ Child. Now.. here she was stuck in the wilderness, no way of getting out, and alone. Suddenly the success of her business didn't seem enough. She had forgotten a big part of her life. The part that sustains a person when times get rough.

Someplace around here that nativity set was tucked away,
she had bought it out here after her parents passed away, hoping to make this her Christmas retreat, and to decorate the cabin with the memories of her youth. She got up and walked towards the room that all the boxes were stored in. She rummaged until she found the box with all the dear images of the people from that beautiful Christmas night so long ago.

She took the box to the living room, set it down, and cleared a small table by the fireplace. One by one she pulled the pieces out, and set them up. The tiny lambs, the other animals, the angels, the shepherds, the visiting Kings, and the most important parts, Mary, Joseph, and the Baby Jesus. Each piece became all the more precious as she drew them out. Each piece symbolizing that Holy Night so long ago.

She set back looking at the scene, and it bought a sense of peace to her spirit. Something she had not felt in a long time. She had been living totally for herself, focused on success and career goals. Nothing else. Now here it was
Christmas Night, and she was alone. How had she ever allowed things to get this way. The tears started coursing down her cheeks. Her parents would be so surprised how she had changed, she had become hardened, and cold. She had conformed to the world.

Cameron picked up the Baby Jesus and held it tightly in her hands. She got down on her knees that cold night, and gave her heart to the Baby Jesus, asking forgiveness for her sins.
Her heart pouring forth countless thoughts, and pain that was inside. When finally she stopped. Everything somehow seemed different. She felt a sense of peace she had not felt in so long.

This then, was what Christmas was all about. The Baby Jesus. Nothing else. The quietness of this retreat and the pleasant memory of Godly parents drew her back to the truth of this life. Nothing is worthwhile, without a relationship with Jesus.

She got up and walked towards the window. The snow was slowing down, and she could see a star twinkling through the clouds that were scattered in the sky. The star seemed to be twinkling just at her. It seemed so hopeful now. All was right with her heart. She knew now what to do. And this night had changed everything. It had reminded her of a night long ago, when a precious Baby came to earth, that she might have life, and have it more abundantly.

Now, she was going to seek the abundant life her parents had taught her about. And she was going to remember how to touch the lives of others. This felt much better to her. She knew that this was the reason she felt such a urge to get away. She turned towards the manger scene once again..Replacing the baby in it's manger. She walked towards the kitchen. Perhaps she could find the ingredients for a cake here. It could be a birthday party after all.

Jesus was here now.


remember
Only one life
will soon be past
Only what is done
For Christ will last