Your Letters: Don't forget the guest of honor
You won't believe what I did. I was planning a birthday party for my best friend. I spent time calling around and e-mailing different people to determine the best date for the party. After finally selecting a time that worked for the most people I sent out the invitations. I even made an extra stop at the post office so they would have cute stamps on them, instead of just the flag ones I had in the drawer. Next went to multiple stores in town looking for the perfect gift. When I couldn't find it I spent an hour online searching, only to determine the perfect gift isn't available anywhere without spending way more than I had budgeted. So, I had to go back to the store and buy the second choice gift. Despite the fact I feel gift wrapping is overrated, I carefully wrapped the gift and even added a matching bow. I meticulously planned the meal, making a complete list of the ingredients I needed to ensure I would only make one trip to the grocery store. It was cold and snowy outside, but I still asked my husband to clean out the garage and pick up a few things around the yard -- fall projects that just never had gotten done.
The day before the party I spent hours cleaning the house. I even tricked my 3-year-old daughter into scrubbing part of the kitchen floor by pretending she was Cinderella. She also "helped" me decorate. I managed to bite my tongue even though the sign was crooked and there more streamers on one side than the other. Of course as soon as she wasn't looking I fixed them. The baby got tired of sitting in her swing after awhile, so I had to dust, vacuum and scrub toilets all while holding her in the other arm. It didn't take long for me to feel the burn in my arm muscle. Who needs a gym membership when you have a living, breathing weight that demands to be picked up?
The day of the party was just as hectic. I got up early to work on getting the meal prepared before the girls got up. Of course they woke up earlier than I had hoped and I had to set the 3-year-old in front of the TV so I could finish decorating the cake. I cringed each time a toy was brought into the living room, knowing it was one more thing that needed to be picked up before the guests arrived. I got lucky and both girls went down for a nap at the same time. I was able to go into overdrive and finish all the dishes that had piled up, get the toys picked up and finally take a shower. With the help of my husband we managed to get ourselves and the girls dressed in nice outfits and the table set with 15 minutes to spare. Of course, as the first guest was driving into the yard the baby spit up and I had to run and change both my shirt and hers. It was only after everyone had arrived and was mingling that I noticed something was missing. I had completely forgotten to invite the guest of honor!
You may think this is a mistake you would never make. But just change the above scenario from a birthday party to a Christmas party. Remember, Christmas is a celebration of Jesus' birth. It is very easy to get caught up in the busyness of the season and completely forgot the guest of honor. Happy birthday, Jesus!