Go tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go tell it on the mountain
Jesus Christ is born
I accidentally started listening to Christmas music last weekend, well before my usual post-Thanksgiving beginning. I was listening to a Needtobreathe playlist on my laptop when "Go Tell It On the Mountain" started playing. It's a favorite of mine. So I kept listening.
While shepherds kept their watching
Over silent flocks by night
Behold throughout the heavens
They're shown a holy light
The shepherds feared and trembled
When all above the earth
Rang out the angel chorus
That held a savior's birth
And then I switched to my playlist of Christmas favorites. On Nov. 16. A dozen days before Thanksgiving. This goes against my tradition, but I haven't regretted it, mostly because God seemed to speak to my heart.
Aside from being a great song, hearing Needtobreathe proclaim Jesus' birth made me think about traditions. Some of the most meaningful moments of the holiday season are traditions. They are the events and people that have been a part of your celebrations for as long as you can remember. They are what you look forward to the rest of the year.
Traditions are good. But they aren't everything.
Now in a lonely manger
The humble Christ was born
And god sent our salvation
That blessed this Christmas morn
As our kids get older, we've established new traditions, which mean not every tradition that has ever been can happen. Honestly, some of my favorite "traditions" have been created in the past couple years: We have a birthday party for Jesus with friends. We go on a tree hunt with our dear friends who have grasped onto the tradition with us. The four of us spend the first hours of Christmas Day home.
But those new traditions are mixed with the old. It's in that mix that I find God and remember what really matters.
There is a caroling session to area nursing homes and a lunch with Greg's cousins that also are steadfast holiday events on our calendar. And among the traditions are events and parties that sometimes happen, depending on childcare or calendar space. Each year also brings new opportunities to celebrate and serve. This year, we get to travel to Dallas to meet my coming-soon nephew for the days between Christmas and New Year's.
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Jesus Christ is born
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Savior of the world
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Jesus Christ is born
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Savior of the world
Oh he's the savior of the world
No holiday is perfect. And, truthfully, no tradition is perfect. Traditions matter because of the relationships strengthened, the memories made, and the people served. But they are still full of us imperfect people. And they're subject to real life, of which we're not actually in control anyway.
Go tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go tell it on the mountain
That Jesus Christ is born
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Jesus Christ is born
Traditions matter. Holidays matter. Families matter. But perfection in how we celebrate doesn't. The only perfection that matters is this savior whose birth we're singing about.
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