Christmas Expectations

Posted on: December 10, 2013 Written by
Christmas Expectations
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Mary Magdalene freaks me out. Her underlying, desperate neediness with Jesus can be unnerving. When I read her stories I picture a pasty, scrawny seventh-grader pathetically eager to join the kickball game at recess. Sweaty glasses sliding toward the end of her nose as she shrieks out, “Pick me! Oh, oh, pick me!” She gallops meekly over to the cool kids, just knowing that this is her time. The other kids are annoyed and stare at the anthill that has formed at the pitcher’s mound. Everyone is hoping she will do an about-face and saunter inside to play checkers instead.

Everyone except Jesus.

Mary is constantly spilling over the edges of appropriate affection. After Jesus graciously pulled seven demons from her soul, she never seems to recover. Her freedom binds her into a lifelong allegiance to Jesus. She was wrecked. Her affections for her friends, her family, and her culture would never fill her heart to the same completion as Jesus did. Mary was not only healed by Jesus, she was known by Jesus.

In my head, I grasp that being known by Jesus is enough, but in my life I live like He is almost enough. While residing in China, 7,000 miles from friends and family in America, I feel this most tangibly at Christmas time. I find I have neediness of my own. My affections are drawn to spicy pumpkin pies, Starbucks gingerbread lattes, twinkly Christmas lights, and hugs from parents. I will not be getting any of these. And quite honestly, I find myself getting even more frustrated with the cultural nuances here when I compare my circumstances with what I could be doing if I were in America for the holidays. My kids see Christmas as a time of sharing baby Jesus with non-believing friends, bringing cookies to our neighbors, and praying for the nations. Still, I find that this is not enough. Why? It is because I have wrapped up my Christmas affections with American paper that looks disturbingly self-centered. Most of my thoughts are about what I am not getting to do, as opposed to what the Lord is giving me to do. My expectations for Christmas involve loving my neighbor…and indulging myself.

I want Jesus and…what else?

It seems to me that, for Mary Magdalene, Jesus was quite simply enough. He was enough to sooth the scars left by demons and the whispers from neighbors. He was enough to follow to the cross, where she felt His forgiveness drip down over her once again. He was enough to run barefoot to the tomb and expect Him to be there waiting with open arms. Of all the holidays printed on our calendars, Christmas should be the one that opens our lives up to neediness. As we walk through streets lined with customers shackled in cultural idolatry, our hearts should grow faint. Like Mary, we should fall at the feet of Jesus, longing for freedom. We should weep at the consistent brokenness we see visibly while living overseas. Greed, consumerism, and traditionalism oppress our lives like the demons oppressed Mary. If we would pull our heads out of the self-indulgent sand, then we would quickly open our doors in expectant joy as we invite needy neighbors into our Christmas celebrations.

This season, I do not want Jesus and…something else. I want my expectations to be Him alone. I want others to anticipate His arrival on this earth as a colossal mash-up of the cosmic with the earthly.

What kind of misplaced expectations are you harboring this year?

Do not get tangled in what we are not getting to do or whom we will not get to be with this season. Let’s drape our affections over Jesus. He is enough.


@2013 Thrive.


Question to consider:  What kind of misplaced expectations are you harboring this year?

About the author

Her almost 9 years in Asia have given her a unique perspective on life as a foreigner, marriage, raising kids overseas, and finding her place in the world. She has had to figure out what her faith looks like practically when taken out of her contented suburban upbringing near Houston, Texas. When she's not tripping through the Chinese language, she homeschools her children, advocates for adoption (she has one daughter from Ethiopia) and puts vinegar on anything resembling food. Because she often feels like a spoon at a table of chopsticks, she constantly has to redefine normal for herself and her family. She is the author of the book"Redefining Home: Squatty Potties, Split Pants, and Other Things that Divide my World." She blogs at You can find her on Facebook at Carrie Anne Hudson.

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  • Kandake

    This is a good lesson for every season of life, not just Christmas. It seems we often fall into the temptation to grumble and feel sorry for ourselves but Jesus should be our soul desire. Ahhh, when will we learn. Thanks Carrie for the gentle nudge.

    • Kandake-

      You’re totally right! I think it’s even harder to recalibrate our expectations on days like March 3rd or June 15th. Normal, ordinary days that don’t require self-reflection or schedule readjustment.

  • s temple


    I am on the other side of your predicament–i am leaving four children and a husband for Christmas week to join my sons in China. It is unusual to think of not being at my parents, not seeing my nieces and nephews in the Christmas pageant at church, not telling my sisters and brother that i love them in person.

    My chinese children understand my needing to be a mother to those far away–they defend my leaving because it is what every mother wants, to see her children at Christmas.

    This article reminds me of the months since Kyler and Weston left for China and all the pity parties I have had–was He not enough. In all reality HE is enough, we are just used to the icing on the cake as well, so to speak!

    Lots to ponder–maybe we will meet when I am there, if not we can connect through writing.

    BTW Chinese Take Out is published and can be ordered at Tate Publishing and other affiliates by February 1, 2014.

    • S Temple-

      I would love to meet up! Let’s keep in contact about your times and dates you’ll be in our city. Isn’t it amazing what holidays do to our hearts-both good and bad.

  • He is indeed enough. Thanks for taking our faces into your hands and turning them back toward Him alone.

  • Yes! I love how you turn Mary’s story into something we can most definitely relate to today. Giving me lots to think about!