Today our daughter Laureen is
celebrating her birthday. We praise the Lord for Laureen. I remember the day
she was born. One of the distinct feature Laureen was born with were her long
fingers. I "prophesied" then and there that Laureen would be a great piano
player. Laureen has grown to love Jesus and worship Him and play piano in a way
that honors Jesus.
Praise the Lord for the Christ of
Christmas who transforms people. He transforms Scrooges into born again men,
who are both generous and joyful. Christ still transforms people today at times
through the witness of His people.
While working as a journalist for
the Chicago Tribune, Lee Strobel was assigned to
report on the struggles of an impoverished, inner-city family during the weeks
leading up to Christmas. A confirmed atheist at the time, Strobel was mildly
surprised by the family's attitude in spite of their circumstances:
The Delgados—60-year-old Perfecta and her granddaughters, Lydia and Jenny—had been burned out of their roach-infested tenement and were now living in a tiny, two-room apartment on the West Side. As I walked in, I couldn't believe how empty it was. There was no furniture, no rugs, nothing on the walls—only a small kitchen table and one handful of rice. That's it. They were virtually devoid of possessions.
In fact, 11-year-old Lydia and 13-year-old Jenny owned only one short-sleeved dress each, plus one thin, gray sweater between them. When they walked the half-mile to school through the biting cold, Lydia would wear the sweater for part of the distance and then hand it to her shivering sister, who would wear it the rest of the way.
But despite their poverty and the painful arthritis that kept Perfecta from working, she still talked confidently about her faith in Jesus. She was convinced he had not abandoned them. I never sensed despair or self-pity in her home; instead, there was a gentle feeling of hope and peace.
Strobel completed his article, then
moved on to more high-profile assignments, but when Christmas Eve arrived, he
found his thoughts drifting back to the Delgados and their unflinching belief in
God's providence. In his words: "I continued to wrestle with the irony of the
situation. Here was a family that had nothing but faith, and yet seemed happy,
while I had everything I needed materially, but lacked faith—and inside I felt
as empty and barren as their apartment."
In the middle of a slow news day,
Strobel decided to pay a visit to the Delgados. When he arrived, he was amazed
at what he saw. Readers of his article had responded to the family's need in
overwhelming fashion, filling the small apartment with donations. Once inside,
Strobel encountered new furniture, appliances, and rugs; a large Christmas tree
and stacks of wrapped presents; bags of food; and a large selection of warm
winter clothing. Readers had even donated a generous amount of cash.
But it wasn't the gifts that
shocked Lee Strobel, an atheist in the middle of Christmas generosity. It was
the family's response to those gifts. In his words:
As surprised as I was by this outpouring, I was even more astonished by what my visit was interrupting: Perfecta and her granddaughters were getting ready to give away much of their newfound wealth. When I asked Perfecta why, she replied in halting English: "Our neighbors are still in need. We cannot have plenty while they have nothing. This is what Jesus would want us to do."
That blew me away! If I had been in their position at that time in my life, I would have been hoarding everything. I asked Perfecta what she thought about the generosity of the people who had sent all of these goodies, and again her response amazed me. "This is wonderful; this is very good," she said, gesturing toward the largess. "We did nothing to deserve this—it's a gift from God. But," she added, "It is not his greatest gift. No, we celebrate that tomorrow. That is Jesus."
To her, this child in the manger was the undeserved gift that meant everything—more than material possessions, more than comfort, more than security. And at that moment, something inside of me wanted desperately to know this Jesus—because, in a sense, I saw him in Perfecta and her granddaughters.
They had peace despite poverty, while I had anxiety despite plenty; they knew the joy of generosity, while I only knew the loneliness of ambition; they looked heavenward for hope, while I only looked out for myself; they experienced the wonder of the spiritual, while I was shackled to the shallowness of the material—and something made me long for what they had.
Or, more
accurately, for the One they knew.
—Lee Strobel, The Case for Christmas (Zondervan, 2005)
—Lee Strobel, The Case for Christmas (Zondervan, 2005)
Perfecta knew the words of God
declared in Jeremiah 29:11: "For I know the
plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm
you, plans to give you hope and a future."
While I have been in the ministry
for the last several decades I have seen our Lord perform miracles. I've seen
angry, bitter people discover the healing power of forgiveness; I've seen
hopeless marriages restored; I've seen the wealthy young rulers of this day
discover more joy from giving away their money than they had in making it; I've
seen people healed of diseases; and I've seen people with the same diseases
discover the joy of the Lord in the midst of dying. I can share that the next
leg of the journey is better than the last. Thanks be to Jesus.
In Christ,
Brown
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