December Musings

This post is about faith.

December, due to the fact that it’s the month that Christians celebrate the birth of their Savior, is filled with gravitas for me.

I spend the month surrounded by songs that remind me about Christ – images, colors, gifts, language, all of which remind me.

Each December I am filled with thought, and hope, and reflection. As I age, some things about God become clearer, and some things become increasingly complicated. Still, these verses – Luke 2:10-11

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tiding of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.

…never fail to make me want to weep with emotion.

An angel, a Heavenly being, appeared and said “I bring you tidings of great joy”. Not good news, not something they might like to hear, but great joy. JOY – with all its overwhelming emotional contexts. This was JOY!

And this news is for EVERYONE, all the people. You didn’t have to be rich, or Jewish, or red-haired, or to be able to roll your tongue. The Savior is EVERYONE’S Savior.

And, this joyous information? This news for everyone?? A Savior has been born. Someone who will release us from the heavy burden life can cast upon us.

Yes, I know my life is not at all difficult when compared to others in other nations. And the things I find devastating, someone in the Phillipines would appreciate having in comparison to what they’ve gone through.

And just as I think that, I think about how my relationship with God is very much dependant upon the time and culture into which I was born. Had I been born in 1668 to a European peasant, or 1768 to Polynesian royalty, or 1868 to a Carpetbagger, I would think differently about God and Christ than I do now. I might not even believe in Him.

But I do. Because I was born in 1968 in southern California to a stock trader and a school teacher, with two older brothers making a ruckus back home, and a beautiful, lovely life ahead of me.

And every December, I come back around to praising God for His blessings. Because I spend at least 25 full days every year wherein I consider the joy, and the accessibility, and the Savior.


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Cari McGee

My full name is Carol Marie McGann McGee. Most people just call me Cari. But, I answer to Pumpkin (my mom calls me that), Carol Love (from my brothers), Love (what my husband calls me), McGee (many of my real estate colleagues call me that) and, my favorite title, Mom.I love to read, run, and sell real estate. And laugh. I really love to laugh.

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  • Becca Lingley

    I love this. Thank you for sharing. Merry Christmas 🙂

  • Cari McGann McGee

    Thanks, Becca! I was worried that it wouldn’t be received well. Glad you enjoyed it!