All Alone On Christmas

This is part 4 of a series leading up to Christmas Eve and the night of his birth.


Grandparents are the happiest people. Their whole world revolves around the Grandkids, it’s all about the Grandkids. As a child, I loved having Grandma stay with us. She was fun, laughed a lot, and was really cool. She bought me my first skateboard, though I’m not sure she checked with my parents. Grandma was a world class bread maker. After school I’d race home to a slice of her fresh hot bread, with butter and strawberry jam. My Grandma was the best!

Although Jacob is listed as Joseph’s father, there’s no mention of Jesus having Grandparents. If he did, it must have been hard on them. Especially when the family was in Egypt. Grandparents aren’t as happy when the Grandkids live in another country.

On the Messiah’s eighth day he was circumcised, and given the name Jesus. Later, having completed her purification, Mary and Joseph took Jesus to the Temple to consecrate him to God, for he was a first born son. While there, an older man named Simeon came up, took Jesus into his arms and blessed him, very Grandfatherly. His words amazed Joseph and Mary and they marveled at everything he said.

There was an older woman, a prophetess named Anna. When she saw them, she came up to them to give thanks and blessing. She spoke about his future to everyone there, telling how Jesus would restore Israel. She was very Grandmotherly. It was an amazing day for the young family, with so much loving attention from such caring people.

Is that the stuff of good grand-parenting? Embracing the Grandkids, giving thanks to God, and blessing them with words of a spacial future? Jesus was forty-one days old, so I’m not sure how aware he was, but I’m so glad he had Anna and Simeon. Soon, Jesus was taken to Egypt to evade Herod the Great and his murderous plans, which failed. But his son, Herod Antipas, would help finish the job, thirty year’s later.

Christmas is largely about family, with doting Grandparents loving their Grandkids. But on his first birthday, were he and his parents all alone on Christmas? Jesus was far from home, he wasn’t surrounded by a large and loving family, and existed in a world determined to see his death.

I think we owe him a lot.

Marry Christmas!

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