Nothing means holiday time like cold temps and a white
blanket of snow.
Thanksgiving is over, the turkey is gone and now we are
thrust full throttle into the Christmas season. There are no excuses now, the
decorations have to go up, the gifts have to be purchased and an entire host of
traditional foods are waiting to be made and eaten. Are you as overwhelmed as I
am at the thought of Christmas being just a couple weeks away?
It could be because I usually wait until the week of
Christmas to start shopping while by December 5th I’ve made three
batches of fudge and eaten two of them. Can you say sugar high? Good nutrition gets
blown out the window in December while mood swings, cortisol production and
weigh gain wash over me like a tidal wave ending up five pounds heavier by
January 1st.
In addition to all the traditions that must be kept in order
for Christmas to arrive, we still have to keep all the necessary plates
spinning like laundry, writing, grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, bill paying
and that highly demanding job of dairy
farming.
While we run here and there to make the holidays happen, we
are constantly bombarded with the delusional picture of what Christmas should
be in our homes. It begins in November and seems unending with the picture
perfect commercials, Hallmark movies with happy romantic endings and the
holiday-how-tos helping you prepare for holiday parties, wrapping the perfect
gift, decorating the perfect tree and getting your Christmas cards in the mail
by black Friday.
The perfect Christmas has come and gone. It happened over
2000 years ago when a world changing baby was born without strings of lights, a
warm fire or plates of fudge carefully placed on Christmas china. One bright star set the world on fire to find
this perfect baby, born to imperfect parents.
What appeared as an illegitimate crisis pregnancy ended up being
our perfect Savior. A Savior born
without sin into a sinful world that did not deserve Him.
This year, when we pull away the pretty wrappings and soaring
expectations of perfection in the middle of our over indulgent celebrations, I
hope we find the perfect Savior born to love us in the middle of our imperfect
world.
He loves us.
He’s pursuing us.
Turn around and find Him….your Savior born a babe… in a cow
barn.
He’s waiting.
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