As you well know, we are getting closer to my birthday.
Every year there is a celebration in my honour and I think that this year, the celebration will be repeated. During this time, there are many people shopping for gifts, there are many radio announcements, TV commercials, and in every part of the world, everyone is talking that my birthday is getting closer and closer. It is really very nice to know, that at least once a year, some people think of me. As you know, the celebration of my birthday began many years ago. At first, people seemed to understand and be thankful for all that I did for them, but in these times, many seem not to know the reason for the celebration. Family and friends get together and have lots of fun, but they don’t know the meaning of the celebration. I remember that last year there was a great feast in my honour. The dinner table was full of delicious foods, pastries, fruits, assorted nuts and chocolates. The decorations were exquisite and there were many, beautifully wrapped gifts. But, do you want to know something? I wasn’t invited. I was the guest of honour and they didn’t remember to send me an invitation. The party was for me, but when that great day came, I was left outside, they closed the door in my face, and I wanted to be with them and share their table.
In truth, that didn’t surprise me because in the last few years many close their doors to me. Since I wasn’t invited, I decided to enter the party without making any noise. I went in and stood in a corner. They were all drinking; there were some who were drunk and telling jokes and laughing at everything. They were having a grand time. To top it all, this big fat man all dressed in red wearing a long white beard entered the room yelling Ho-Ho-Ho! He also seemed drunk. He sat on the sofa and all the children ran to him, saying: “Santa Claus, Santa Claus” as if the party were in his honor! At midnight all the people began to hug each other; I extended my arms waiting for someone to hug me and do you know, no-one hugged me. Suddenly, they all began to share gifts. They opened them one by one with great expectation. When all had been opened, I looked to see if, maybe, there was one for me. What would you feel if, on your birthday, everybody shared gifts and you did not get one? I then understood that I was unwanted at that party and quietly left. Every year it gets worse. People only remember the gifts, the parties, to eat and drink, and nobody remembers me.
I would like this Christmas, that you allow me to enter into your life. I would like that you recognize the fact that almost two thousand years ago I came to this world to give my life for you, on the Cross, to save you. Today, I only want that you believe this with all your heart. I want to share something with you. As many didn’t invite me to their party, I will have my own celebration, a grandiose party that no one has ever imagined, a spectacular party. I’m still making the final arrangements…
Today, I am sending out many invitations and there is an invitation for you. I want to know if you wish to attend. I will make a reservation for you and write your name with golden letters in my great guest book. Only those on the guest list will be invited to the party. Those who don’t answer the invite will be left outside. Be prepared, because when all is ready, you will be part of my great party.
See you soon. I Love you.
RSVP – “Répondez s’il vous plaît.”
Party invites often have the letters RSVP at the end. It’s a request to the invited, “Please respond,” let’s know if you are coming or not!
For some, it will always be too much of a chore to say, “Yes” or even try to attend
Why? That’s difficult to fathom! Maybe a reminder from you will help!