Every season

My wife Mary is the queen of Christmas. You need not bow, she is very humble and discreet about her royal personhood. I say that facetiously, what I mean is that she loves Christmas. Our sons-in-law have been blessed and surprised by experiencing a Mary Loeffelbein Christmas. They thought they had celebrated Christmas before they married into our lives but then they joined us for our celebration and each one has said that Mary takes celebrating Christmas to a new level.  Every year our tree is spectacular. Every space is filled with beauty but it never looks overdone. Our house gets decorated so that no matter where you look, there is a sparkle and a reminder that this season is special, that we are about to celebrate a very big event. When gifts come out her generosity and thoughtfulness can sometimes be life altering.

Mary loves Christmas because Mary loves Jesus. Mary loves Jesus because he gave himself for us. He came to earth to give himself as a gift, as a ransom for us all. So what happens to all the love and joy and sparkle after Christmas? In Mary’s heart and in our home, even when we stuff the christmas tree back into its box, and all the bits and baubles get put away, the love and joy stay. Even after all of the presents are unwrapped and used up, His presence, his Spirit, are present. It was because of this that Mary wrote her song “The Whole Year Long”.

Please click on the link and listen. If you like the song, please share it wherever and whenever you can. We want the world to hear the message, that Jesus came not just for a Christmas holiday, but to be with us the whole year long.


Author: Peterloeffelbein

I am a man. I am an older man. I am a husband and a dad and a grandpa. I am a disciple of Jesus. Because I am a disciple of Jesus much of what I write is about him, and I usually end what I write with a question, do you the reader know that Jesus loves you? He does. He loves us all but he loves you specifically. He loves me specifically. What will you do with that information today?

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