A couple of weeks ago I shared with you some of our favorite toys and types of toys, and the timing was no accident. I wanted to get you thinking, this Christmas season, what sort of things would be worth not only your hard-earned money and storage space, but also your kids’ time and esteem. Because not all toys are created equal.
Christmas is like an old friend, you know? The music, the trees, the cookies…I know and love them well. And I’m no stranger to Luke 2; over the years I’ve been taught that the story told there is only the beginning of a much bigger picture. Christmas is important because of what it precedes: our redemption.
It’s after Thanksgiving, and you know what that means…
It’s time for Christmas music! Even the most Scrooge-ish sticklers can’t argue with you now. Go ahead, break out the fa la la la las and jingle all the way around the Christmas tree while eating figgy pudding, for truly it is the most wonderful time of the year!
I hope I never forget that day in the checkout lane of a tiny little produce store. I could hear Ty counting in the background, but I didn’t pay much attention. Not until he said, “Mommy, there’s five watermelons!”
Back in my more ambitious days of “preschooling” my toddler I compiled a curriculum that we very quickly abandoned, save for one element: the scripture verses. My plan was to cover theology in a systematic way with my then just two year old; each week we’d have a statement about the Bible or God and a verse to accompany it. I used our favorite systematic theology text (free online here) and a Truth &Training AWANA book to get our statements and find most of the verses. Then I typed out the statements and verses within the larger curriculum I was piecing together. Basically, I was awesome…those were the days.
I grew up knowing missionaries. My church supported many families in many parts of the world, and I was privileged to personally know a few of them. My mom read missionary biographies aloud to us. My parents hosted missionaries in our home and invited them to dinner. I knew what a missionary was.