Who would have thought I would learn the true meaning of Christmas whilst pacing my hospital room in absolute agony on Christmas Day.
Living in a place where Christmas is seldom celebrated, takes my usual Christmas experience to a different level. There are many Christians living here, but if any of the hotels put any decorations up or celebrate Christmas in anyway, they lose their Kosher licenses. This means that they would no longer be able to serve food to Jewish people. In the holiest city in the world, it is a struggle to find a shop that sells anything Christmas-like. You do have more of a chance of seeing Christmas in Bethlehem, not Jerusalem. The materialistic feel of Christmas certainly vanishes when you are in Jerusalem. There is no Christmas decorations up around and definately no Santa around the shops. So basically, Christmas is all about what you make it. We worked very hard to share the true meaning with our kids, and make it a really special time.
How did I find the true meaning of Christmas in my hospital room? There certainly wasn’t any Christmas decorations around the hospital, or staff wishing me a Merry Christmas. 3 days after my surgery, I was having intense pain. I felt like I was in 2nd stage labor for 8hrs straight. The pain was about 3 times as bad with no breaks in between the contraction-like pain and NO pain relief worked. None! I’m annoyed thinking back that no one came to assess me and work out what was going on because if they would have taken one look at me they would have realised I had some kind of blockage. After 8hrs of enduring this pain, my husband arrived, helped me into a hot shower, then prayed for me. I was still in intense pain, so he went to ask for more pain relief. While he was gone, my pain completely disappeared. I didn’t even have a niggle of pain. God had healed me. Joel was shocked when he returned to find me painfree, as was the nurse. I was in total awe. I believe it was in that moment that the true meaning of Christmas was revealed to me. I know Christmas is a day to celebrate the birth of our saviour, but it’s not just that. It’s a day to celebrate the birth of MY saviour and MY healer. The best doctor and healer ever. I will never forget this.