Tag: Christmas Eve

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How Time Flies

Posted on by Dewayne Taylor

 “Pay careful attention, then, to how you walk—not as unwise people but as wise–making the most of the time.” Ephesians 5:15-16

They say that time flies–and I believe it. These days I am shocked about how quickly the days pass. Just like playing cards fly in the hands of a professional dealer so the days of our lives zip by. Even in these retirement days, the days just zoom by. I may have to remind myself what day of the week it is but I never find myself wondering why the week is dragging by. This week, I said to my wife Judy, “Wait, is it Friday already?” And it was. Time indeed flies.

This past week, we were down visiting with the Guest clan in Vienna. For some reason we began talking about their dog Zoe and how old she is.  I was amazed when my daughter Becca (Zoe’s dog mom) told me that she (the dog not Becca) was going to be ten years old this Christmas. You see I remember full well the night Zoe showed up. It was Christmas Eve and for years (there’s that time word again) we have always spent Christmas Eve with the Guest tribe. Well, that year, they had decided to get the kids a dog for Christmas. After the kids were safely asleep in their bed, dreaming about sugar plums, Jonathan and I hopped in the car and drove more than a few miles to get Zoe.

Soon we were back at the house with one of the cutest, little dogs you can imagine. We soon decided to join the kids and do some dreaming of our own and before you could say, “Merry Christmas,” it was Christmas morning. We opened presents and had a grand time and soon (another time word) the last present was opened and the kids thought it was all over. Just about then, Jonathan brought one last wrapped box into the living room and there was Zoe. They were ecstatic times two. I remember one of them saying, “Can we keep her?” Well, the answer was yes and while Zoe was a gift to the kids it soon became apparent that Zoe was Becca’s new baby. 

Well, here we are ten years later, and the joy of that Christmas Eve and morning are as fresh as last night’s dew. I still can’t believe that ten years have come and gone. I was sixty-one then and now I find myself staring at a soon arriving seventy-two. And here is what I know. I know that whatever we intend to do we need to do it. That is what Paul, the guy who wrote a chunk of the New Testament, meant when he wrote, “Pay careful attention, then, to how you walk (or how you live)—not as unwise people but as wise—making the most of the time. How wise is that?

The bottom line is only God knows how many days we have but we do have this one. Need to tell someone you love them? Do it now. Need to make a new commitment to God? Do it now. Need to finish that God project? Do it now. Whatever it is…do it now. You may not have tomorrow…but by God’s grace…you do have now. And do you know what? He’s got your now! Bro. Dewayne

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On the Other Side of the Wall

Posted on by Dewayne Taylor

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.” James 1:17

The walls were thin…real thin.  The house I was raised in was a converted World War II barracks that had been moved from wherever to the corner of Wheat and Carlton Roads. It was a two-bedroom, one bath house with more people than bedrooms.  We were normally scattered about in the house to sleep but not on Christmas Eve.  That night, the three little ones, as we were known, were all put in one bedroom and in one bed.  That night was a night of wonders enhanced by the sounds coming through the thin walls.

We were put to bed early in those early days because Santa Claus was coming to town. We reluctantly surrendered and tried to go to sleep.  We made every excuse possible to peek and see what was happening on the other side of the thin wall.  We even resorted to telling white lies about having to use the restroom but all to no avail.  We were Christmas Eve prisoners while Santa came on the other side of the thin wall.

What we couldn’t see…we could hear.  There were voices, there was laughter and occasionally there was the sound of a toy…a present…being tested. I remember one time my sister had asked for a chord organ and imagine the thrill when through the thin wall came the sound of music.  Well, it took a while but eventually we would drift off to sleep with visions of Christmas morning dancing in our heads.  Each Christmas, we were startled awake by the sound of an old .410 shotgun being fired.  Like horses at the starting gate, we knew it was off to the races. With the final permission, we flung open the door and walked into a wonder land of wonderful things.

Each Christmas morning there around the room would be at least some of the things we had asked Santa for.  We were far, very far, from rich but somehow Santa would bring at least some of the things we had asked for along with others we had not even thought of.  It was an amazing and wonder filled morning.  Even as I write, as my mind races back to those times, I smile.  I smile because of the gifts, those we asked for and those more than we could have imagined, but I also because now I know the sacrifice that made all that possible.  Oh, how blessed I was…we were.

Each Christmas I knew we probably wouldn’t get everything we asked for, but I knew we would be amazed at what filled the room.  It seemed someone had mined our minds and dug up treasures galore.  I truly treasure those memories and today…I treasure the same thing but not just on Christmas morning.  Each day I am amazed how another Father, my heavenly Father, fills my life with gifts.  Each day He blesses and each day He shows His love in practical ways. Sometimes it is the answer to a prayer, sometimes it is just His attention to the small details of life and sometimes it is just His love, His presence. And sometimes, it is Him walking with me through some challenging circumstance…some difficulty…expected or not.

I have learned that He is a God who can be trusted.  And even though I don’t always get the exact answer to a prayed prayer, I know this. He never gets it wrong.  Sometimes that means things I thought of, but it always includes things He thought of.  Just like Christmas morning while I didn’t always know what was going to be on the other side of the thin wall, I knew it was going to be good.  Why? Because it was all planned by someone who loved me dearly.

James, the half-brother of Jesus said, “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.” That teaches us that God is the giver of good and perfect things and that His nature and character about giving never changes.  What we must do is trust that “Father knows best.” I’m sure I asked for some crazy things growing up and I’m also sure my parents were wise enough not to grant every wish or request.  We can know the same about God.  So be brave enough not to allow disappointment to be a part of your God vocabulary because He is for you and not against you.  He is so much wiser and more able than we are.  We can rest assured that no matter what it looks like, “He’s got this.”  Bro. Dewayne