What a beautiful tradition.
This morning I woke up and listened to an audio recording of The Life of Our Lord, taking in the beautiful testimony of Charles Dickens. It seems almost intrusive to listen to it, knowing now the sacredness of this text.
Theater houses everywhere show A Christmas Carol this time of year, another one of Dickens writings. A ghost story telling of a haunted scrooge until he discovers and awakes to the wondrous Christmas spirit. I don't know how often Charles read this story to his kids. Was this a Christmas tradition?
Charles Dickens reading aloud his telling of the life of Christ to his family every Christmas is... there are no words to describe what I'm now feeling. There's a gentleness, a peace, a love. Remembering more than Christ birth and taking in what it means to be a Christian, and the gift of Christ's life for us, his blessings, his miracles, his goodness.
I was reading a one star review criticizing doctrinal errors in The Life of Our Lord. Criticizing something that Dickens never wanted published. Criticizing the testimony and faith that was a wish to remain private and sacred, a gift Dickens gave to his children. And in this text we see what Dickens believes and values.
It's so easy getting caught up in the little traditions of this season. There's nothing wrong with Santa and Christmas trees, but lets never forget the "Christ" in Christmas.
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