As of this moment there are less than 409 hours until Christmas. What’s filling your daily twenty-four? If we’re not careful we can miss our annual journey to Bethlehem – it comes and goes quickly.
Don’t miss it.
Stress and chaos covers up comfort and joy. Before we know it we lose sight of the reason Jesus came into the world, the place where commercialism has hijacked our holy season and leaves no room for Jesus.
It happened on the first Christmas – no room, except in the womb.
Christmas is the gospel of what God has done for us. Carols of exultation take me straight to the stable and the throne. I can’t wait till this time of year to listen to the songs of sentiment that remind me of the old-fashioned Christmases in the farmhouse when our children waited in wide-eyed wonder. We can make the choice to preserve the beauty of the yuletide and not get robbed of Christmas past or Christmas future.
All of us need to wait in wide-eyed wonder with sacred expectation.
When Mary was miraculously expecting Jesus she went to the hill country to visit her cousin Elizabeth. The older woman, also expecting, immediately turned her focus from the daily and the ordinary to the amazing presence that had her child leap within her.
Immanuel, enough to make every one of us leap.
Immanuel, transported from the Father’s side and praise of angels to a cattle trough and a cross. To live for us, to die for us, and to live for us – still.
It’s enough to stop us in our Christmas tracks and bow down in His presence.
My soul magnifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior. Luke 1:47