Friday, December 13, 2019

'Tis the Season


Looking at my wife’s calendar is exhausting.  Looking at my calendar is as well.  I’m reminded of my Grandmother saying this one time: “we’re trying to put 10 pounds of sugar in a 5-pound sack.”  Christmas means many things to many people, but I think we can all agree on this one thing.  From Thanksgiving to New Year’s, we are super busy. 

Work parties.  School parties.  Getting together with family and friends.  Church activities.  School programs.  Who has time for everything that comes at us?  Everyone wants to share some time with us during the holidays, which is great.  I love getting together with family and friends and spending time with the church family during the holidays. 

But wait, there’s more!  Decorating, shopping, wrapping, cleaning, and cooking!  And of course, there’s the dreaded waking up in the middle of night, with the realization that we forgot to get a gift for Great-Aunt Edna!  What are we going to get her?  She has everything imaginable! 

I’m not surprised that Santa made a list and checked it twice, I’m surprised he only checked it twice!  

We get so busy that we often forget the purpose of the holiday. 

What is the purpose of Christmas?  It’s not the gifts, nor is it the decorations, nor is it even all the get togethers.  The purpose of Christmas is to take some time to reflect on what happened in Bethlehem all those years ago.  When a young woman gave birth to the Son of God.  If that isn’t amazing enough, that same babe would grow up into a man Who would willingly give His life in exchange for people who didn’t even know Him at the time (Romans 5:8). 

As Christmas approaches, let’s purpose to slow down our hectic pace and spend time quietly reflecting on the purpose of the season.  Stop pursuing the perfect gift for Great-Aunt Edna and instead, pursue a closer relationship with Jesus. 

The Bible tells us about some wise men who visited Jesus in Bethlehem.  The wise men must have taken a wrong turn in the desert because they didn’t get to see Jesus until He was about two years old.  For two years, they followed the star that was guiding them.  They didn’t give up.  They didn’t give out.  They didn’t give in.  They pursued.  Over hill and mountain, moor and fountain, they pursued the star, not because it was an astronomical anomaly, but because of what it represented—the birth of the King of the Jews. 

This season take time to celebrate Jesus.   The gifts, decorations, and the hustle and bustle are something we enjoy and possibly endure, but Jesus is the reason for the season.

 



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