My friend Seth and I go way back. I’ve known him and his family longer than any of the spouses of the siblings. His dad used to be my pastor, and it’s partly my fault that he lives here in Illinois now. We’re really not just friends anymore, the Ben-Ezras and Lansberrys are family and have shared traditions together, including Christmas Eve dinner from Seth’s mom’s family traditions.
For the first few years we were married, we didn’t celebrate Christmas, and now it’s hard for me to graciously remember the young, persnickety man who refused celebrate the incarnation in a beautiful way. I can’t blame him (me)…he lacked the wisdom that came later.
Seth posted last night a commemoration of Kaldolmar (the most labor intensive part of the dinner we’ll eat tomorrow) making over the years. It was long, disjointed and sentimental. But it was beautiful. You should read it and consider your family history, traditions, and the love that God has showered upon us by sending His Son to reconcile sinners like you and me to himself. Here’s a snippet and the link (and a picture of Kaldolmar when finished):
No, rather, I wanted to commemorate some of those who have gone before me, who trod the pathway of faith even when it grew dark, who honored their God even in dire straits. And it’s in traditions like this that they still speak.
They remind me that I am part of something larger than myself, a lineage of faith handed down, one generation at a time.They remind me that our Father is honest and trustworthy, and that His revelation is sure.
They remind me that what I have been handed is worth preserving and protecting.
They remind me of the core of the faith that was handed down to us: our Lord Jesus Christ, come into this world to save sinners like me.
They remind me that there’s further to go, but that, if I’m faithful to Jesus, He will be faithful in return.