Reflecting back on Christmas here in Thailand, I have a few
observations: 1) It get’s a little colder than normal here but it’s not cold.
I am still wearing shorts most afternoons. I missed the cold more than
expected. I missed the hopeful anticipation of snow, wearing boots and scarves,
the coziness of a hot beverage when there is a chill in the air. But I’ll get
over it. 2) The celebration of Christmas, although a good attempt is made, is
no where near what I am used to at home. People work and go to school on
Christmas day. Need I say more? 3) Kids, upon receiving a gift, are the same
everywhere. Some shriek with glee while others hide a shy smile, trying to mask
their excitement. Some kids are grateful for what they were given and others
glance at their friend’s gift with jealous comparison. Some tear open their
presents, and others hold onto the wrapped gift for awhile longer, not quite
ready for the moment to reach it’s culmination. 4) White-bearded Santas look
slightly out of place here, almost creepy. However, I decided the malls still
needed them. 5) Most people who do decorate for Christmas, decide to leave
their decorations up year-round. ( I noticed this last year)
All in all, I found myself missing Christmas back home.
Until December 28 that is. There was a late Christmas celebration at one of the
children’s home. My expectations of this Christmas party were low, based on the
past two weeks of “Christmas celebration.” However, upon arriving I was
surprised to find a huge turkey dinner buffet awaiting us! This was the first
time I had turkey in Thailand and I certainly did not hold back. Take note, I’m
eating for two now. Following an abundant meal there were games, singing and of
course, presents. Each child received a backpack filled with new clothes. To
watch the excitement and joy as a five year old carefully pulls out a brand new
t-shirt and shorts and gently lays it out on the ground to observe this treasure
he just received, it fills your heart. I loved every minute of it! But there
was one moment in particular that I will cherish forever.
Before opening the presents, we were instructed to get in
small groups and pray with and for each other. I’m going to be honest now and
admit, these settings are always a little awkward for me. But I did as we were
told. In my group there was Billy, another adult, and two children from the
home. Following a brief discussion on how this process should take place, it
was decided that the adult would lead us all in prayer. And he prayed a great
prayer, something to do with Christmas and remembering the reason for the
season. However, following the “amen” the two children quickly informed us that
the prayer was not sufficient. “We forgot to pray for Annie’s baby!” You must
understand, no one else in the group was prayed for by name and that really
didn’t matter much, but how could we forget the child inside me? So we all closed
our eyes again and Caleb, a young boy, prayed for our child. In his broken
English, so we could understand, he prayed a very simple prayer. I remember two
lines: “God, please make this child be good and that he will show his love to
you.” It was beautiful.
I have thought about that prayer several times since then. What
was it that caused the children to be adamant that our little unborn child not
be forgotten in the prayer? Why was he so important to them? As always I am
without answers, only speculations. Maybe it is as simple as children
remembering other children. Maybe my increasingly large stomach could not go
unnoticed or ignored. Perhaps they have been told from early on, that all
children are important and a gift from God. Possibly, growing up in a
children’s home, they struggle to believe this, or maybe it is just the
opposite. What I know is this, a young boy, once abandoned and neglected by
those who were supposed to cherish him, would not allow another to be
forgotten.
And there you have it, the incredible message of Christmas. God
gave us a gift, his precious Son, and we cast Him aside. We despised and rejected Him and left Him to die. Yet He did not abandon us, he did not forsake us. He knows that we matter to God and He spends every moment crying out to
God on our behalf: “Make them good
people, cause them to love.”