…How God used Santa for GOOD in my life!
I grew up with Santa Claus. He was probably my favorite person for the early years of my life. I received gifts from him on Christmas morning and I thought he was the cutest person in the world.
It was Christmas Eve 1961 and my brother and I were in bed for the night. I couldn’t sleep…neither could he. Suddenly he ran into my room whispering, "Sheree…get up…Santa is here!!" I was scared to death. If Santa was here I certainly wasn’t going to go and actually look at him! What if he saw me? What if he punished me for spying on him by taking my presents? But Randy grabbed me by the arm and insisted we tip toe down the steps. I remember feeling like my heart would beat out of my chest.
He was there! I couldn’t believe my eyes. And he had brought the two-wheeler I had asked for! It was the most exciting moment of my life. But then he turned his head and I noticed how much he looked like my Uncle Ray! Same round face. Same big nose. Same big belly and large hands. What in the world was happening? Was my Uncle Ray Santa Claus?!?!?
That night fleeting thoughts I had refused to let sink in were confirmed. Santa Claus wasn’t real. That’s why he looked a little different every time I saw him. I remember feeling a little sick to my stomach that night. I remember having thoughts in the years following that I wouldn’t let my children believe this lie. Besides, JESUS was the reason for Christmas. I no longer loved Santa. In fact, I didn’t like him at all.
Perhaps this girlhood crisis made me want my children to know the One who is real and who no one can impersonate and who will never disappoint. My parents did a wonderful job teaching me about the true meaning of Christmas. Yet Benny and I decided to let our children know from their youngest ages that Santa was cute — but not real. We have no pictures of our children sitting in his lap. And when then 5-year-old Josh told the children next door that he wasn’t real (even after we had told he and Jaime that this was our secret and to please not tell it to other children!) we were very apologetic when their mom expressed her great disappointment in our son.
But, frankly, even though we were genuinely sorry for his disclosure a part of our proud, self-righteous hearts were kinda glad our son had taken a stand for the real meaning of Christmas.
Your friends and family may celebrate differently than you do. Maybe your holiday traditions are more "spiritual" than others or you feel their purchases are excessive and rooted in worldliness. Or perhaps you feel superior to others because your holiday traditions are much more "unselfish" and other-oriented. Please don’t repeat our mistake by allowing self-righteousness to invade your heart. Perhaps their traditions and spending are completely fine with the only One who truly knows the hearts of men.
God used Santa to expose my self-righteousness, and He has been faithful to continue to use other situations over the years to continue to do so. (Like the more recent Christmas when I had the proud thought that someone I knew sure was spending a lot of money on extravagent gifts for their children…as if it was any of my business!) Is there anything He is using in your life this year to expose sinful attitudes toward those who celebrate differently than you? If so, the conviction of this sin may be a priceless gift to you — and to me — this Christmas.
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