In the Robinson home, we don’t do Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny or Halloween, for that matter. I know, some must think I’m a boring, rigid parent. On the contrary, I like fun, celebrating, gifts and candy. At the same time, I try to take advantage of opportunities to teach my 4-year-old daughter about God, what it means to represent Him and be His servant while eliminating worldly distractions. As I train her, I often find that God is teaching me as well.
Recently, while sitting in her car seat, she said to me, “Mommy, I want to go to heaven while I’m 4.” For a split second my heart stopped. I could not imagine what I would do or how I would respond if God took her away when she was 4. Of course, I did not let on to her that Mommy was wrestling with deep thoughts concerning the implications of her statement. I did not want to destroy the blessed hope that she has of going to be with Jesus in heaven. I simply smiled and responded, “That’s nice, baby.”
Did she understand the gravity of her statement? I think she did. I think she understood that even in this life - where all of her needs are met, where she gets some of the trimmings, where she has two loving parents living in her home, where she regularly enjoys learning and playing at school and church - even with all that Jesus has something better to offer on the other side and she looks forward to being in heaven with Him.
Is this why Jesus said, “I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it?”
Jesus’ words have a special relevance during the Christmas season, this time of gifts and abundance, for the spoiling of kids. I pray that I never blind my child or offer her so much that she treasures her life on earth more than the eternal life that awaits her in heaven. I pray that I am not so blinded by my own stuff that I forget the hope and promises that await me there.
Because the thought of life in Heaven is so far above my understanding, I know it is tempting to forgo thinking about my eternal home. In this season, let us not forget that we are citizens of heaven and heaven does await our arrival. This is the gift of Christmas. My daughter is anticipating her arrival there. The convicting question is: Am I? Are you?
(Image courtesy of George Eastman House.)





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Santa had never been considered a staple of Christmas in our house until this year when my son suddenly was seduced to the Santa side of "What will Santa bring me?" Usually he gets a present from "Santa at hubby's company party and that is the end of Santa except for seeing him in malls etc. This year he was overloaded on "What will Santa bring me?" asking over and over and I realized that he had bought into the myth. This is the kid who refused to give up his DNA to the tooth fairy and threw his tooth in the trash when his teacher wanted him to bring it home to put it by his bed. :)
When I tried explaining that my son should not think about getting from Santa but being more like Santa and give to other people without getting anything in return I realized I was using biblical language.
Yes I admit, I actually said "You should be like Santa to other people." not "You should be like Christ to others." I needed more coffee and he is still working on a concept of God/Jesus.
But is it not true that the mythology of Santa allows non-Christians to engage in the abundance of selfless generosity that is also part and parcel with Christmas? We all, non-christians included give to food banks and Angel trees and homeless shelters, donate mittens, coats, sleeping bags. We see the excess and it stands in sublime contrast to the suffering of the world. Does it matter if we give like Christ from the the abundance of God's love or that we give in the spirit of a fun and generous Saint Nicholas, secretly with no requirement for reciprocation? What matters is that we give to those who have little from the abundance with which we are blessed.
If only we remembered to live each day like this.
Now with our son we are waiting until he understands that the cat that died 2 years ago is really not just in another room, until we really dive into explaining heaven. He doesn't like the idea of throwing out toys either. "Cats live forever and all toys can be fixed." - The gospel according to my son. ~ I wish ~