Last year was a rough one. Mid-November 2018 my parents needed to move into Assisted Living on an emergency basis. My sister had pneumonia and there weren’t any moving companies available last-minute. So I ended up doing most of the move alone. To say it was brutal makes the word ‘understatement’ an understatement…
After my parents were safely in their new home I was finally able to rest. I guess I slipped into a strange type of depression because I began watching nonstop holiday shows.
But not “normal people” television.
My DVR was filled with a creepy combination of dark ID Channel crime shows–next to happy, sappy Hallmark Christmas movies.
A few (exaggerated) titles on my must-watch list were: ‘Finding Love in Christmas Cookie Town’ next to ‘She Stabbed Him to Death on Christmas Eve’. Or maybe ‘Mr. Wright’s Candy Cane Factory’ followed by, ‘Why Johnny Murdered Everyone in the North Pole’…
It was time to change the channel.
So after deleting all my pre-planned murder shows, I started watching the 1951 version of A Christmas Carol starring Alastair Sim as Ebenezer Scrooge.
I’ve seen and read the Charles Dickens classic dozens of times so normally when A Christmas Carol comes on television mind starts wandering—what’s on my Christmas list, what’s for lunch tomorrow….
But this time something profound happened, something I can only describe as otherworldly. That night, A Christmas Carol helped change my life.
It began with the chains.
Jacob Marley’s ghost had appeared dozens of times on my television screen, from silent versions to the Muppets. I understood his chains were heavy and caused him to moan; otherwise I didn’t think of this portion of the story as important.
But this time I “got” it, and it hit me hard.
Marley’s chains not only represented his past sins, but perhaps more importantly–regret. They were burdens he was to carry throughout eternity. To remind him of all the things he should have done but didn’t; all the people he could have helped but wouldn’t; the people he could have loved, could have saved, but chose to leave behind.
It struck me to the core. How many people had I hurt in my life? How much making up did I need to do to eliminate some of my own heavy chains? And would I have enough time in my life to do so? The other ghosts hadn’t even arrived yet and I was already crying, first time ever during this movie.
I really watched—and listened—to every word being said. It was as if I’d been transported into the same room as Ebenezer. I was there, right along with him, learning his Christmas Eve lessons.
A little side note—while watching I thought of something that caused me to pause the movie and look it up. All my life I thought of Ebenezer Scrooge as an ancient old man–how old do YOU think Scrooge was? According to Charles Dickens, Scrooge was born February 7, 1786, age 57–EXACTLY MY AGE! I wonder now if other people approaching 60 go through something similar? If folks relate to Scrooge because we’re approaching old age, facing our immortality? But I digress…
As each ghost came and went, I realized for the first time the importance of the Ghost of Christmas Present. That particular ghost was always my favorite, mostly because he (or she, depending on the version) was very Santa-like—joyful, happy, full of love and promise and hope.
The deeper meaning behind the Ghost of Christmas Present is that the other ghosts are just ‘air’. The past is over—made up of memories. The future is absolutely nothing—it’s not promised to us at all.
But the PRESENT, that’s the ticket!
The Bible literally says we are to live for the days we’re given, not hope for the ones we may (or may not) ever reach.
When Scrooge realizes the true meaning of Christmas Present, that is when he is given his wonderful second chance. That is when his life changes and he begins his new path–working to prove he is a new and better man. And it began the moment he received the gift of opening his eyes on Christmas morning.
By the end of A Christmas Carol I was sobbing, happily, joyfully. I thought about what life must have been like for Ebenezer the next few months after Christmas. How difficult it must have been for him, having to prove to people he’d really changed. I imagine some folks were skeptical at first, or even cynical.
But to quote Paul Harvey, I believe this is “the rest of the story”:
The day after Christmas, Scrooge continued shining his light. Each day he worked hard to prove how much he loved and cared about his family and community. And as a direct result of his Christmas Present, Ebenezer died a happy, peaceful man. He was surrounded by family and friends who genuinely loved and respected him.
Last year I made a promise to myself and to God. I vowed that I would live every remaining day of my life just like Ebenezer Scrooge on Christmas morning. I would proverbially throw back my shutters, look out at the morning and praise God happily! Grateful for the chance to begin another day.
As I’m writing this it is November 16, 2019. Exactly one year ago my parents moved into Assisted Living and I made that promise. I have lived life exactly as I said I would.
Even on my worst days when I can barely move, before I put one foot on the ground I smile and look up. I praise God for allowing me to be here another day. I ask Him to help me try a little harder, to maybe make a difference. Even if only in one small way. Every day.
And that’s my prayer for anyone reading this today. Live each day as if you’re Ebenezer Scrooge on Christmas morning. Throw open those shutters and PRAISE GOD you’re alive another day! But don’t wait for Christmas, do it now. I promise–you’ll be happier and lighter than ever before–and those “chains” will literally start dropping right off your soul.