I believe there is power in words. Truth and imagery that can be captured through just a couple strokes of the pen. That’s why I write. It’s my way of breathing creation back into the world as an act of praise to the One who breathed my very being into existence. This spoken-word piece is entitled, “The Gift,” and is supposed to bring us back to the core of why we celebrate Christmas – a day that marks the beginning of an everlasting hope for each and every one of us.
Let’s pause…take a break, take a breath. The joy of this season can be stolen so fast. The business of shopping and traveling, family and friends, traditions, both new and old, presents, lights and trees, snow, and snow, and snow. You know, sometimes I get so lost in the stuff that we associate with Christmas that I forget about the real purpose. I start to notice a coldness, like stiff Minnesota nights, lean bodies grasping for warmth and acceptance, except…it’s just not found in what we purchase. The tug of lonely bitterness hits hearts hard when there is no repentance, but this night represents a new beginning to forgiveness. The greatest gift ever given, birthed as a man from a woman who was driven to step into her calling as the Messiah’s mother, before she had ever been a lover. And now love covers us all, because that baby boy lived without one sinful fall, obeyed the Master and died as our ransom – the creator in flesh, depending upon the same air as you and me, killed by his creation. It’s the greatest story ever told, unlike any other we can imagine or mold – the God who holds your hand through the storms, who cannot be restrained to a package with a bow, and so I stand bold and follow the star home, and give my whole heart to the gift I am honored to call my own. The gift of love, life, faith, grace, peace….and Hope.
BJ Skoog, Student Ministries