The true spirit of Christmas is found in the Christmas dinners for the homeless and needy that the Marrazzo family puts on each year. Caring people dedicate part of Christmas day to serve others. The event takes place at 3 p.m. at 125 Lincoln Avenue, Penndel, PA.
There will also be a free community meal at St. Mark AME Zion at 136 North Congress St. in Newtown, PA at 2 p.m. Christmas day. According to the Advocates for The Homeless and Those in Need (AHTN) website, there is no bus transportation to this meal.
On Christmas day, many homeless people have nowhere to go. Like other community meals hosted by local churches in Bucks County, they are more than just a meal. Man does not live by bread alone. The meals are a place for the homeless and those in need to feel welcomed and where they can socialize with friends. It’s a place where people can be kept up to date with the latest news and what’s happening in their lives. Information in the homeless community is most often passed on by oral tradition, word of mouth.
Christmas is about light, the light the apostle John wrote about where Jesus took humans out of the dark, clueless world and into His light of righteousness. The light leads us to a life centered on God and his ways. Those who follow Christ become like Him and become more like him, not thinking of self but of others, putting their interests above theirs, sacrificing the way people do to provide a Christmas meal for the homeless and needy.
In the midst of all the surface glitter and manic, worldly ways this season, we need to be reminded what Christmas is about. A Christmas poem illustrates this:
All Christmas Poetry
The True Meaning of Christmas
by Brian K. Walters
In todays day and time,
it’s easy to lose sight,
of the true meaning of Christmas
and one special night.
When we go shopping,
We say “How much will it cost?”
Then the true meaning of Christmas,
Somehow becomes lost.
Amidst the tinsel, glitter
And ribbons of gold,
We forget about the child,
born on a night so cold.
The children look for Santa
In his big, red sleigh
Never thinking of the baby
Whose bed was made of hay.
In reality when we look into the night sky,
We don’t see a sleigh
But a star, burning bright and high.
A faithful reminder,
Of that night so long ago,
And of the child we call Jesus,
Whose love, the world would know.
“In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness and the darkness did not comprehend it.” – John 1:4,5