3 Underrated Life Lessons from ‘White Christmas’

One of the most revered holidays classics, โ€˜White Christmasโ€™ is a timeless, cinematic confection rich in star power, memorable moments, and, of course, incredible choreography.Granted, the plot is forced, trite, and over-reliant on ex-machinas and sing-along potential; however, this doesnโ€™t mean the movie lacks savory dialogue.

Like most Christmas movies, โ€˜White Christmasโ€™ shrewdly embeds life lessons within its narrative. Yet, while the picture may be more known for its entertainment value, one can find more meaning behind the scenes upon further inspection.

Thus, in the spirit of going behind the curtain, here are three underrated life lessons inspired by โ€˜White Christmasโ€™.

1. Phil Davis: โ€œMy dear partner, when what’s left of you gets around to what’s left to be gotten, what’s left to be gotten won’t be worth getting, whatever it is you’ve got left.โ€

Bob Wallace: โ€œWhen I figure out what that means I’ll come up with a crushing reply.โ€

For those unfamiliar with โ€˜White Christmasโ€™, your two male protagonists, Phil and Bob, are polar opposites. On one hand, you have Bob who is cautious and cynical; on the other, you have Phil who is audacious and whimsical. With salt and vinegar personalities, itโ€™s not surprising to see the two collide in witty discords at inopportune moments. Yet, while Bob is the more discerning of the two, itโ€™s Philโ€™s risk-taking gall and persuasion that puts Bob in position to find what heโ€™s looking for. As this clip reveals, when Phil calls out Bob as diffident to companionship, the stage is set for Bob to consider Philโ€™s words…and, of course, advance the plot.

Bottom line: If the best time is now/if the better judgment involves the riskier road (Ecclesiastes 11:1-6), that doesn’t make it wrong.ย 

2. Bob Wallace: โ€œSo if you’re worried and you can’t sleep, count your blessings instead of sheep.โ€

Iโ€™ve never been a fan of counting sheep. I remember as a little kid, I found the practice obnoxious and futile. Seriously, what could be more obtuse than tallying one of the most naive creatures in existence? However, as an adult, Iโ€™ve discovered the antithesis, specifically why counting blessings is one of the most refreshing exercises one can engage.

For while our mental computations (what we need, what we donโ€™t have, etc. ) often lead to discouragement as opposed to thanksgiving, when it comes to what weโ€™ve been divinely given, we have ever reason to remember and relish; hence, why this scene is so powerful. For Bob, counting blessings was not only a catchy jingle, but also a contagious habit contributing to his sunny demeanor and those around him.

Bottom line: If thereโ€™s anything worth counting in life, itโ€™s your blessings (Psalm 103:2).ย 

3. Phil Davis: โ€œI think it’s ridiculous , impossible, and insane!โ€
Bob Wallace
:ย โ€œAnything else?โ€
Phil Davis: โ€œYes, I wish I’d thought of it first.โ€

When it comes to helping others, we tend to operate within our means. While some tailor their gameplan to bandwidth and what they deem doable, when it comes to a giving heart, the best approach always seeks generosity by going beyond whatโ€™s possible. This truth alone is why I love Philโ€™s reply to Bobโ€™s question here. For starters, you see maturity in Bobโ€™s character for daring to give big. In addition, you note Phil and Bob are more in sync from being united for a special cause. Fittingly the storyline changes as bothย characters commit their decisions to helping someone else. Had Bob and/or Phil continued being overly concerned with their career pathway, they likely wouldโ€™ve missed the chance to honor their friend’s legacy.

Bottom line: We only have what we give. So why not outdo each other in doing good (Hebrews 10:24)? Not only will this enliven your other-centeredness, but it will also stretch your capacity to give.

Bonus: Betty Haynes: [singing on the train] โ€œI wanna wash my hands, my face, my hair with snow.โ€
Phil DavisBob WallaceBetty HaynesJudy Haynes: [singing] โ€œ... And may all your Christmases be white. Merry Christmas!โ€

As a lover of winter and all things snow, it wouldnโ€™t be right if I left off a quote or two from the movie’s long list of wintry references. Here’s to these lines being prophetic during the next few months in middle Tennessee.

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The Secret to Finding Christmas: Let it Be

Written 12/21/16; revised 12/16/21

To be honest, I donโ€™t even know where to begin.

I know it should be the most wonderful time of the year; I know all things should be merry and bright.

But after the most brutal month in five years, I guess I canโ€™t help if it doesnโ€™t really feel like Christmas at all.

Not that Iโ€™m writing to implore sympathy. I just know Iโ€™m not the only one struggling with disappointment and the idea of sweeping it under the holiday carpet right now.

Perhaps youโ€™re sitting there waiting for the snow to fall wondering how to overcome the heartache you harbor inside. If so, I want to encourage you today.

โ€˜Cause when it comes to despondency, especially in seasons when we feel we should be in โ€˜joy to the worldโ€™ mode, it can be hard knowing how to cope. I know for me, I can feel a little guilty whenever I have to manufacture an outward expression contrary to my inward state.

Yet, while emotional dichotomies can feel awkward, when we choose to be joyful in spite of pain, we can overcome as conquerors taking a stand rather than fakers putting up a front.

Granted, Iโ€™m not saying this is easy; I’m just sayin’ when we justify withdrawal by not wanting to feel hypocritical or not wanting our hurt to leak, we risk exalting our sorrow above God’s nearness and revelation. Yes, being disappointed is a natural part of life; however, if we allow the letdowns of life to govern how we live, we not only validate the influence of tolerated bondage but limit our capacity to trust God.

Take Luke 1 for instance:

When Gabriel reveals Godโ€™s plan to Zechariah (v. 13-17), including the promise of โ€œyou will have joy and gladnessโ€, note the first three words out of his mouth: โ€œHow can Iโ€ฆ?โ€

Now, I donโ€™t know about you, but I find it remarkable how a man righteous before God could be overcome by such skepticism in His presence. Considering Zechariahโ€™s past behavior (v. 5-7), such a reaction tells me he most likely preserved his discouragement of Elizabethโ€™s barrenness though hopelessness and concealed it through blameless service. Had Zechariah allowed God to grieve with him during his darkest hours, chances are his fear would have yielded to hope realized instead of hope deferred.

Fast-forward to Maryโ€™s encounter and we find similar apprehension when Gabriel greets her inย v. 29: โ€œBut she was greatly troubledโ€ฆand tried to discern what sort of greeting this might be.โ€

Yet, after Gabrielle unpacks his message, note the difference in Maryโ€™s response (v. 36): โ€œBehold, I am the servant of the Lord

let it be.”

No question, Mary had the right idea. Although her initial reaction was akin to Zechariah, her processed reaction allowed her to receive the promise in faith, in turn, altering the trajectory of what would happen soon after. In Zechariahโ€™s case, his doubt preceded his silence; for Mary, her belief preceded her worship (i.e. โ€œmy soul magnifies the Lordโ€ โ€“ v. 46).

Now, could Mary have chosen to freak out? Of course! Iโ€™m sure the thought of her having to do some explaining crossed her mind; however, when you consider Mary could have easily become preoccupied with her own life, this makes her song of praise (v. 46-55) all the more profound.

So whatโ€™s my point, you ask?

My point is like Zechariah, we all carry some type of void within us, be it a measure of distress or the weight of prayers unanswered. Yet, like Mary, we can also know the hope of Christ resides in us as infinitely more than the sum of our uncertaintyโ€ฆ

…the peace of Immanuel (God with us) as captivation helping us conquer the temptation to make sense of our surroundings. 

Maybe youโ€™re reading this wondering how to ditch the loneliness looking for something to light up the fireworks in you. If you can relate, I want you know thereโ€™s not a hopeless void God canโ€™t reach, nothing out of his range to restore. The same God who sent His one and only Son to take away the sins of the world is more than able to take away whatever burdens youโ€™re carrying this Christmas.

And yesโ€ฆI know it can be tough to let go. I get that. All Iโ€™m sayinโ€™ is:

If you give yourself a chance to let it be, youโ€™ll find new joy when you let it go.

Bottom line: Know whoโ€™s closest to you is nearer than whatโ€™s in front of you. That, to me, is what Christmas is all about.

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Miracle in the Making: The Jubilee Journey (Part 7)

Written on 11/14/21

‘Tis an early sunset on this gentle night; though all is not calm and all is not bright.

I guess I’m not ready for darkness’ descent; my mind is torn, my bandwidth is spent.

But alas, these signs, we cannot change despite the dawns now closer in range.

And so I press on and count the cost wondering if this year has been lost.

One thing for sure are the lessons won; these three alone are worth the run.

1) If you’re stuck between a rock and hard place, make God the latter to trust Him in pace.

2) If you’re weary at the end of your rope, tie a knot and hold on; let this be how you cope.

3) If you’re lost at a sea, at a point of breaking, change your course; leave peace in your waking.

To do these things in trial is hard; why not let God guide you in front and rear guard?

Selah.

Footnotes (per series above)

1) When you allow God to be your rock in difficult situations, you focus your mindset on what doesn’t change as opposed to what does (see Psalm 18). Not to mention you eliminate negativity on one side of the equation to scale your problems proportionally. Why not invite the ultimate absolute into your midst and make Him your trust?

2) The beauty of crisis and chaos is this silver lining: When you feel there’s nothing else to grab hold of, you can always grab hold of your rock (see #1; verses below)

Youโ€™re blessed when youโ€™re at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his rule.”~ Matthew 5:3 (MSG)

Iโ€™m nearly at the end of my rope. Donโ€™t turn away; donโ€™t ignore me! That would be certain death. If you wake me each morning with the sound of your loving voice, Iโ€™ll go to sleep each night trusting in you. Point out the road I must travel; Iโ€™m all ears, all eyes before you.” ~ Psalm 143:7-10 (MSG)

3) While some may feel like they’re holding on for dear life, for others, the circumstances may seem more like a crossroads. How many of you can recall a particular intersection you felt like no matter what direction you chose, the outcome was a lose-lose?

If you can relate, consider the fact…

When you’re at a breaking point, you can make it a turning point.

Per Romans 4:1-3 (MSG): โ€œAbraham entered into what God was doing for him, and that was the turning point. He trusted God to set him right instead of trying to be right on his own.โ€

Often, when we’re struggling, we balk at full surrender or rely on our own terms. I know for me, there are times when I succeed in admitting helplessness, yet stray trying to make sense of my surroundings. If you’re ever caught in this conundrum, rather than entertain dark thoughts, let God’s spirit sustain you (Proverbs 18:15) as you steer into His presence, goodness, sovereignty, etc. In this way, you can find a corrected course divinely set without the striving.

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Miracle in the Making: The Jubilee Journey (Part 6)

It’s a chilling 72 degrees as I type this.

Still rattling from another week of dodging arrows, taking them in the back in some cases.

I’m done with this. I’m so fed up and yet starving at the same time. Forget why; I just want to know when.

When will things get better? When will things start to turn around?

I look at Juby and I delight in her progress. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the journey…the literal baby steps one must take during these intense stretches.

But when it’s Monday morning and you’ve been out of home for three months. When it’s a brand new day and your only source of sanctuary betrays you, I’m sorry, I just can’t even…

…not anymore.

Don’t get me wrong; I haven’t given up or anything. Contrarily, I sometimes wonder if not knowing how to not believe is part of what’s working.

Yet, as I continue to wrestle and keep my head above the water, I discover new depths to what faith is like at the end of its rope…

…and it is gloriously terrifying. A place you relish and long to relinquish at the same time.

Like many paradoxes, the dichotomy is confusing. After all, vertical reliance is supposed to be uncomfortable – an achy burn as opposed to a contagious high.

I guess what I’m trying to say is: I trust God has something in store for Lys & I once this season blows over. It’s just getting harder to move, to leave the house, to function really. Even though we’re hard pressed on every side, but not crushed, even though we’re perplexed on multiple fronts, but not [yet in] despair, the temptation to think otherwise entices me.

How can the life of Jesus fully manifest when all I can do is stand? How can His glory be revealed when I’m this lost searching for a horizon to light my way?

Sure, I can stiff-arm fear all day, but at day’s end, I just want to know where I am headed.

I’m sure I’m not the only one out there wondering this right now.

Disoriented and fatigued, my charge tonight is simple…

If you find yourself at the end of your rope, rejoice in the stillness and tie a knot.

You may feel like you’re trembling on a precipice, but where courage lacks is also where much is given. In time, you will be able to strain forward to what lies ahead. For now, embrace the opportunity to receive as you persevere, let steadfastness have its full effect, and hold fast the confession of hope without wavering.

Even when you step out of your car and a freak gear glitch causes it to launch into a neighbor’s yard before you somehow, someway stop it from crashing into their house, count it all joy. Tally up His goodness and scale your conflicts accordingly.

Take it from one in the trenches with you. Your life isn’t as broken as you think. And even if it is, there’s not a solve or repair unbeknownst to God.

Why not trust the handiness of His hands as you trade in your sorrows?

Just sayin’…

Selah.

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Miracle in the Making: The Jubilee Journey (Part 5)

Author’s note: Before I continue with this next installment, on behalf of Lyssah and I, thank you all for bearing with us the past few months. We know the content rhythm has been impacted by recent events as new territory yields its audibles; however, in the spirit of Habakkuk 2:2, my heart’s desire is to keep documenting these revelations as God tends our hearts during these trying times. Eventually, we will reach a finish line with a return to normality. For now, we press on boasting in the goodness of God and the perfections of Christ (Philippians 3:12).

Written 10/22/21

I have a confession to make.

And I know it may sound weird to some.

But in short, these past few months, I’ve been somewhat selfish, somewhat swollen…

…with heavy margin centered on the artist known as Jubilee. The final quarter of progeny at halftime in the NICU with a score only heaven knows.

Each day, I wake up and take down a familiar theme.

God, keep her alive. Keep her strong. Keep her going,” I say to myself. “So, one day she will rock the nations and be the light in the darkness you’ve always intended her to be.”

A prayer in fair intent set free from spare lament.

Yet, deep down, a different tune…

…rendering…

…oh me, oh my, myopic me.

If only I wasn’t so shortsighted, maybe I could have spared the vanity and considered the pressing present.

For while it’s easy to tie Juby’s survival to her future, the reality is:

  • Her future is now (as evidenced by her middle name, Nileen, which translates to “surrender”)
  • As much as Lys & I cling to Immanuel, we can’t neglect Hosanna.

As the beat goes on…

“Yes, God. Keep Juby in perfect peace, in perfect health as her preemie mind is steadfast on you knowing she’s been purchased at a price. But, oh, would you start something here at the NICU to save the lost and the empty walking through these doors. As much as we believe you’ll use this life, use it now to share the wow of what and who you’re consistently are. A thread in the tapestry, not the tapestry itself, sows us into your supernatural intentions. Refresh and restore this land on which you, not us, are the epicenter…

...and forgive me for thinking the miracle of her survival is enough. It’s not enough. It’s only the beginning. So keep me humble to your next and together, we will get there…

…as you survive us today and revive us again.”

Selah.

Cover photo creds: Lyssah Fry