So if you’re trying to hold on to the true meaning of Christmas in the midst of the maddening frenzy of to-do-lists and unmanageable expectations created by the holiday marketing machine, read this.
I think Kristen’s wake-up-call is a call for all of us to rediscover that what we’re really longing for is less stuff and more Jesus.
The good news is that, no matter what is happening around us, it is still possible to pause and quiet our souls to hear the still, small Voice within us: A Voice that breaks through the chaos of our world and whispers peace.
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16
We end our quest for more stuff to fill the void in us when we recognize there is no substitute for the Great Gift He’s already given us.
Do you believe?
May Jesus be the Gift that fills your heart with overflowing joy this Christmas!
And, last but not least, a wonderful Christmas song for worship and reflection.
May this be our prayer, always.
I’ll hold you in the beginning
You will hold me in the end
Every moment in the middle
Make my heart your Bethlehem
Be born in me (From the song, Be Born In Me – Written by Nichole Nordeman, Performed by Francesca Battestelli)
Have you ever found yourself gazing out winter windows? Felt compelled to lean into the frame and whisper warm breath onto cold glass? Marvelled at your finger turned pen gliding across the mysterious frosted tablet?
I have. Most times – not sure why – I have written my name or drawn the shape of a heart. Then I have watched my foggy message slowly disappear and then reappear in the next breath forced through my curious lips.
I see this and I think how I leave other messages in my life. I wonder if too many of them point only to me, a useless striving to make a name for myself as if to say “I was here.”
So I draw more hearts, gliding my fingers across computer keys hoping to leave a mark that will point to the One who matters most. Because I know the messages that will last, the ones that speak of Love – the eternal kind – those will live on long after I disappear.
Legacy.It’s like warm breath on frosted glass.
Our message will be discovered by those who come after us, who find themselves staring out windows.
And when they lean into the frame and whisper quiet and reach out to write their own message, I hope they see the best of ours reappearing in the mist.
Father, let us to live our lives in a way that causes others to see more of you. Help us take the gifts you give us and use them to leave a legacy of love.