Cold and sleepy, the children snuggled against one another as we journeyed towards home, following Midnight Mass. The Mass was exquisite; parents and children alike rushing to the creche to welcome Baby Jesus, greeting one another with “Merry Christmas!” Hand shaking and hugs all around, and then the stern admonition from not a few friends, warning the children to get to bed, lest they miss out on all the toys and goodies that most certainly would not be delivered to children who were still awake! Of course there were the naysayers…”there’s no such thing as Santa, you know…” Yes, Hilaire…I’m talking about you!
We pulled into the driveway. Clementine hurried out of the van, while Mom gave a few instructions to the sleepy children regarding putting away coats, shoes, putting on pjs, etc.
Screams of excitement from Clementine!! “Come quickly, come quickly…it happened! Wait till you see it…you won’t believe it!! Hurry, hurry, hurry!!!!”
Instantly awake, exiting the vehicle more quickly than I’ve ever witnessed, the children were many steps ahead when I heard their delighted squeals. I pushed open the kitchen door and was greeted with a trail of chocolates…red, green and gold bells…leading into the dining room, up the stairs, into the livingroom. Bits of wrapping paper here and there…and then the most wondrous sight…
The children, all talking at once, exclaiming over this wonder and that…
The stockings, previously empty were filled to overflowing. Chocolates were strewn everywhere, candy hung from every branch of the Christmas tree, toys were hanging from the seriously disarranged curtains. Fluffy stuffed animals, wearing flashing t-shirts greeted Emily and Charlotte with goofy smiles. Beautifully wrapped packages were spilling out from under the tree in such profusion…
I wept.
You see…I’d spent a good deal of the Advent season preparing the children for the possibility of a Christmas with no gifts. We spent time crafting as we could but finances were tighter than ever. We’d been without heat for months and were struggling tremendously just to put food on the table, and some days weren’t quite meeting that goal. I can’t begin to describe how painful it was for my husband and I when we realized that this Christmas, for the first time in our married lives, we wouldn’t be able to give. To provide. It wasn’t simply a matter of the children having gifts…it was the realization that the very joy that is gained by giving, was denied us this time by our poverty. For the first time, I understood in a new way, just what is meant by “it is far better to give than to receive…”
Somehow in the midst of my angst, I’d once again missed an important lesson. I’m not the Giver. Neither is my husband. We’re merely instruments through which our Lord pours forth His grace and every good gift. I’ve always been quick to see how the people and situations in my life have been used by the Lord to bless us, but I still struggle tremendously with this desire to maintain some level of control. How beautifully the Lord emptied us this time! How completely weak He made us and was then able to fill us with every good thing, with a level of generosity that is simply astounding. We were weak and He was strong…and He showered us so lavishly, so completely…I only wish I’d had more confidence and trust!
So, how did He do it?
Our good God did this by using a very special Christmas Elf. Or maybe a brigade…though I’m pretty sure there’s just one who’s in charge. I know his name.
Paolo Prada, Lieutenant Commander, Chief Elf – Central Ohio District 4, Eighth Ward and writer of an extremely long and detailed missive, written in no less than seven different languages. Past offenses and infractions by the children were revealed as well as encouragement regarding good behaviour. The children were astonished at how much this Paola Prada seemed to know about them…
What an outlandish name for an elf! I believe he was last year’s supervisor, in charge of Pierre, Seamus and Giovanni, the naughty little elves that made such a mess of things, but brought such fun to our home!
This year, Paolo brought so much more…and I’m not referring to the “things,” though the gifts were quite amazing in every way! While we are reeling over the remote control helicopters, pellet guns, stuffed animals, books, Yamaha keyboard, night vision goggles, Dyson Ball vacuum, Verilux Knitting Lamp, Edenpure heater, innumerable movies, candy, popcorn, socks and underwear, and yes, even those adorable footed blanket jammies for the big boys, we are touched to the heart to be lavished with such loving generosity…a generosity that supercedes the gifts and illuminates the heart of the giver. Our elf is such a perfect tool in the hands of a very Good God.
As the children gazed in wonder at all the gifts and candy spilling out of their stockings, Galahad couldn’t help but spy our dear Hilaire’s stocking hanging rather limply from the mantle. Tucked inside, was a small bag of coal. With such sadness, Galahad informed Hilaire that he had received this bag of coal in response to his doubt the night prior. No harshness, or smugness from Galahad. Just true remorse that his friend had been rebuked by an elf! The rest of the children were quick to fill Hilaire’s stocking with candy and goodies, not wanting anyone to be left out with so much largesse…
There’s so much more I’d like to say, so much that’s been on my mind and in my heart. It’s been a real journey, this Advent. My Shepherd led me down a really difficult path, but I’m so pleased that He showed me something new, something I needed to see. I pray I don’t forget the lesson, that He gives me the grace to use it to my sanctification and His greater glory…
So…Mr. Christmas Elf…thank you so much for your loving generosity! May God bless you and reward you one hundred fold for your faithful service to Him!
**UPDATE**What a goose I am! As requested, here a few photos in slideshow format…most of them are still on Clem’s camera. Enjoy!
Blessings,
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