The Real Reason We Should Say Merry Christmas

The Real Reason We Should Say Merry Christmas

Should we really say “Merry Christmas”?

It’s been years now since the heated controversies began about various retail outlets changing their official greeting from “Merry Christmas” to “Happy Holidays.”

Forget that controversy – there’s a better reason to ask if we should really say Merry Christmas. It has more to do with the sometimes hard realities of Christmas.

We are well into the Advent season now, and it’s probably a good time to tell the truth about the first Christmas:

The first Christmas arrived in a season of suffering and silence.

I don’t know about you, but sometimes I get this very mixed-up notion that Christmas should be a season of continual merriment and joy. Then it really bothers me when I am confronted by the ravages of a world wrecked by sin and sorrow:

  • Destruction: unsuspecting victims murdered en masse, wars and rumors of wars
  • Disease: balded children fighting leukemia; balded moms fighting breast cancer…
  • Division: hatred and hostility dividing people groups, marriages ripped by cruelty, sweet friendships soured by gossip
  • Darkness: severe depression eclipsing the light of any hope…

Here’s what I forget: people long-ago also suffered the shalom wrecked by the fall – destruction, disease, division, darkness – it was all there, and yet God had been silent for 400 years.

The first “Merry Christmas”: GOOD TIDINGS OF GREAT JOY!

It was into this sorrowful, silent season the angel Gabriel burst with the original Christmas card:

Greetings, O favored one, the Lord is with you! Luke 1:28

THE LORD IS WITH US!!! That’s the game-changer. That’s the REAL REASON we can say a whole-hearted “MERRY CHRISTMAS”!

“The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone” (Isaiah 9:2).

Into a sorrowful, silent season, the angel arrived with the first good tidings of great joy! Share on XAccording to this gospel, those who have just a mustard seed of faith in Christ as Savior are living a new life, whether it appears that way or not. We still struggle with sin, but we do not mourn as those without hope.

We live with the memory and daily evidence of Christ-redeeming and restoring —

We wait for the Lord to come again and make it all right:

“They shall not hurt or destroy
in all my holy mountain;
for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the Lord
as the waters cover the sea.” Isaiah 11:9

“In the world you shall have tribulation, but be of good cheer, for I have overcome the world!” Jn. 16:33

And so we can rejoice on the days when Christmas doesn’t feel merry. This is not a strange path we walk.

And we will not walk this path forever.

And so, in the name of the one who has humbled himself to enter this world as a babe in the manger, in the name of the One who will come again as Redeeming King to heal finally and forever, I wish you a …

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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2 Unfinished Stories and a Skywriting God

2 Unfinished Stories and a Skywriting God

Unfinished Stories and Skywritten Messages

Living Story was founded because I believe that the stories of our lives aren’t just random occurrences but rather messages of grace from the God who created and loves us and continues to write his love into our lives.

Some days offer up unfinished stories, puzzling stories, stories that leave you wanting more. It’s like God is skywriting a message, and you’re watching little puffs of smoke forming letters but you can’t quite make them out yet.

An Unfinished Story about an Irreligious Corrections Officer

Yesterday was such a day for me. I’m going to tell you two stories that I do not completely understand. Two stories that don’t have endings. Two stories that look a lot like a jet letter fading fast into the cloudless blue sky. I hope they make you think about, even write, some of your own stories. And wonder about the God who is really and truly writing redemption stories in this world.

The officer had a round, tanned face. He held a paper plate loaded with large mounds of Sonny’s barbecued beef, a smaller round of coleslaw, and a slew of baked beans. As he placed 2 large Sam’s Club chocolate chunk cookies on a napkin, he looked at us and spoke quietly, almost shyly,

“I am not religious. But I want to thank you for the work you do. These people really need to know that there’s something…something… more.”

“I am not religious. But I want to thank you for the work you do. These people really need to know that there’s something more.” #prisonministry Share on X

He turned to walk out of the small conference room where we had laid our small feast for the Work-Release Staff Appreciation lunch.

Before he got out the door, I managed to corral a few of the words flying around in my head, “Thank YOU for what you do. Your attitude …I’m sure…is a great support to …those you serve.”

Later, as my teammate and I were leaving, we revisited that story.

I spoke first. In my typically frustrated- I-wanta-fight way, I insisted, “But that’s ILLOGICAL!” I wanted to go out and grab him and sit him down and say, “But that doesn’t make sense. How can you want “religion” for the inmates, and not believe it’s important for yourself?” (I am assuming by “religion” he means something along the lines of “faith and hope in a being beyond.”)

My teammate had a kinder, gentler approach. She wanted to sit him down and ask, (I imagine in a firm motherly tone), “You clearly have such compassion for the inmates. Where do you suppose that compassion comes from?”

Either way. That’s it. That’s the end of the story. It is a conundrum. It is a puzzle. I may never know the answer.

Except, that’s not completely true. I may get to know it someday. Because last night when we returned to the facility to lead our weekly Bible study, we saw the officer again. He turned as he was walking down the hall and said, “Thank you again for the lunch.”

Still shaking my head. Still wondering what God is up to there. Still wanting to tell him what he said makes no sense.

There’s another story that I’d like to know more about. Perhaps it is connected, perhaps not. Well, it’s connected. If only in the sense that it occurred at the same place, this place that compels me these days.

An Unfinished Story about A Basically Selfish Woman and a Hungry Woman

My teammate had arrived way early for the evening Bible study. We sat chatting in my car outside the work-release facility. It was dark, and we knew we weren’t in the safest of surroundings, so when I noticed a figure standing outside my window, waving at me, I was startled at first.

I turned to see a petite woman of probably around 40, street dirt covering her well-worn jeans and t-shirt. I opened my door and stepped out of my car.

The first thing she said to me was, “Wow, you’re a – giant!” (I am only 5’9, but I was wearing my Dansko’s, and I did tower over this woman who stood probably around 5 feet).

I smiled at the observation, looked down at my shoes, and smiled, “Yeah, I guess I am kind of tall!”

An anxious look passed her face, and she quickly asked, “Can you help me?”

I am not sure why I said this, except that it kind of makes sense. I said, “Are you hungry?”

She answered eagerly, “YES. Food would be great.”

Honestly, I couldn’t believe my good fortune. Because I hate giving out money to street people who ask. AND because I had recently read a book by Brené Brown in which she wrote about keeping protein bars and Gatorade in her vehicle for such moments as these. About six months ago, I had stocked my car with both.

The Real Story

Now before you see me as the great white hero riding around town handing out Gatorade and Cliff bars to homeless people, you should know that I haven’t. Handed out any. When I pass by the sun-toasted woman who frequently stands with a cardboard sign at the Target exit, I never stop to hand her a Gatorade or a Cliff bar, EVEN. THOUGH. I HAVE THEM IN MY CAR.

And the real truth is that I drank all the Gatorades. I got thirsty this summer, so I drank them. And ate a few of the Cliff bars.

So last night, when the woman said food would be great, at first I did feel a bit like a hero as I raised the rear hatch of my car and pulled out a box with two Cliff bars in it. I handed it to her and she said thank you and walked on.

My teammate thought that was the coolest thing. But it was so little. And it was enough. I guess. I don’t know.

As we walked into the work-release center, I spied the woman across the four-lane road walking near the Waffle House. I kind of wished I could go over there and ask her if I could take her for a meal. I wanted to know who had done the gorgeous corn-rows in her hair.

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The Living Story Podcast: True Stories

The Living Story Podcast: True Stories

Announcing…the Living Story Podcast…

Did you know that you can now listen to Living Story in your car, while you work out, or even while you clean the kitchen (doesn’t that make kitchen-cleaning sound more fun :-)?!))???

FREEDOM: the reason for the Living Story Podcast:

As you may or may not know, I’ve been on a team teaching some lessons at the local jail and work-release center. I love introducing women who sometimes have very little biblical knowledge to the TRUE STORY of the Bible. I want them to see what I want myself and all of us to see – the God who wrote the story of redemption and grace is at work now, this very day, in our very lives.

This is the stuff that life (not just dreams) is made of…Living the story of freedom in Christ.

So if I love sharing these stories with women who have lost their freedom in the world, why wouldn’t I love sharing these stories with all of us who struggle to live the story of freedom in Christ?

I decided I would, once a month, begin telling these stories so people could listen. If there’s one thing the world needs now, it’s to fall in love with the TRUE STORY of the Bible all over again.

How to listen to the Living Story Podcast:

I know some of my readers who are techno-wizards, and others aren’t, so here’s a quick tutorial on how to listen:

There are several ways to listen:

Oh, and one last thing. If you like this project and you know people who would benefit from listening to TRUE BIBLE STORIES that help them live their stories to God’s glory, please spread the word by sharing!

3 Words and a Story about Going in the Right Direction

3 Words and a Story about Going in the Right Direction

A Wild but True Bible Story

This past week, I had the great privilege of leading the worship lesson at the jail. I returned to a favorite Bible story of mine. Since I thought you all might enjoy listening as you drive — to somewhere fun for the Fourth, or just around town, I decided to create a podcast.

In this wild and true Bible story from Genesis 16, we meet 3 people making a crazy mess of things as they try to go their own way. We also see the compassionate, merciful, powerful God intervening in their lives to restore and re-story them. Listen and learn three words to help you go in the right direction.

Going in the Right Direction

by Elizabeth Turnage | The Living Story Podcast

A Very Facebook Kinda Birthday

A Very Facebook Kinda Birthday

Birthdays and Facebook

True confession time. I have mixed feelings about wishing people happy birthday on Facebook. I mean, sometimes I have never met the “friend,” and I can’t think of anything to say beyond the traditional Happy Birthday greeting, with an occasional variation to Feliz Cumpleanos (but then I can’t get the computer to do that little mark over the n, which I think is called an “en-yay” but then autocorrect turns that into “Enya” which is not at all what I’m after ;-)!!!!

Anyway. It’s not that I don’t think about wishing you a happy birthday on Facebook. Some days I agonize over it; other times I just say, “No, they don’t want to read my contribution,” and many times I’m just too busy. Other times I want to write a personal note, hey- even a card – but then I never get around to it…

I just had a birthday. First, I want to say – for those of my Facebook friends who did not write on my wall – I completely understand (see above! 🙂 )!

Birthday Wishes and the Characters in our Stories

But, this year, as so often happens, these lovely postings from…

  • the ones that wrote only the two words
  • those who wished that I had a wonderful birthday and/or was celebrated well – I did and I was —
  • and those who spoke briefly of how my life has impacted theirs…

reminded me. Reminded me of the great cloud of witnesses that lives this story with me….

  • girls-turned-women I played tennis with when I was a pigtailed 11-year-old (now I’m a pig-tailed 53-year-old and haters can hate 😉
  • a former student who gave me a heckuva time when they were in my 9th grade English class but have now grown up to live stories of grace (you know who you are:-),
  • people I have never met but am acquainted with through the odd connection of social media…
  • my “big sister” in my sorority who stood about 11 inches lower than me in stature but miles above me in wisdom and faith…
  • and dear friends who have prayed with and for me in the dark days and have celebrated redemption with me in the foretaste of glory days….

I could go on and on…

These postings, cards, texts and toasts from dear friends and family…it is like watching a really good movie trailer…the Spirit parading before me the strange and wonderful characters God has written into my life. They are the Living-Stories-of-Grace God has gifted me.

The Community of Faith

The writer of Hebrews writes about the community of faith,

“Therefore since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off the sin which easily entangles us and run with endurance the race set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the Cross, despising the shame, and now sits at the right hand of the throne of God.” Hebrews 12:1-2

The author has in Chapter 11, listed “heroes of faith,” whose stories, if you know some of them, do not exhibit perfect records of faithfulness (think Abraham and Sarah:-). What they do exhibit is God’s perfect faithfulness to them, despite their sometimes wildly erratic record. We run well in the company of others who know our only real hope for faithfulness comes from fixing our eyes together on the only perfectly faithful one – Jesus.

Scotty Smith and Steven Curtis Chapman, in their wonderful book, Restoring Broken Things, write about being “characters and carriers of the gospel.”

God is telling an authentic, non-spin story of selfish, broken people, who are in the process of being made new by Jesus. That’s why Jesus has the lead role in God’s Story. But He’s not the only character. He’s making us characters too. We are carriers of God’s Story – targets for hope who’ll serve as agents of hope, and candidates of mercy who’ll live as conduits of mercy. Jesus is bringing restoration to broken individuals as a means of bringing healing to other individuals, families, communities, and ultimately, to the whole universe.

Here’s the thing – the Christian life is not a solo journey. As I thumb through the catalog of characters who wished me well on my birthday, I remember. I remember the best of times and the worst of times. I remember agents of hope who conducted the mercy of God in my life. I remember God’s marvelous stories of redemption and the people he used in writing them.

What’s Your Story?

Who are the characters and carriers of the gospel in your life?
Why not write their names down or say them aloud and thank God for them.
Or share a little about them in the comments, then send them a link:-)!
Better yet, write them a note telling them a story of how they conducted mercy to you.

Header Photo Courtesy of  Reina Cookies — best cookie ever, and my birthday cake of choice!