It’s all about a little child. This season of shopping, gift giving, meatball making…the little child is easily forgotten. It was a humble entrance into this world. Hardly how one would expect a King to come. Mom and dad traveling while a baby is on the way. No smell of baby soap, hand sanitizer or talcum powder.
Our manger scenes are always so neat and tidy. Cute even. There is an unbelievable, unlimited variety. Big scenes, miniature scenes. While I was at seminary there was a large outdoor scene but a wiseman kept showing up at different spots on campus. Mary and Joseph were safe and sound in the manger, but the rogue wiseman just couldn’t stay put.
Now don’t get me wrong. I love the gift giving and most everything about the season. I somehow don’t think the world would be better off without all this generosity. I love the food and the gatherings. It truly is a wonderful time of year.
That said, I know that many people struggle tremendously during this season. Painfully. It is odd that a time that is supposed to be so wonderful can actually be difficult. And that is exactly why Jesus came. We are a people in need of forgiveness, healing and hope. Jesus came for imperfect people.
I find it interesting that when the angels come to the shepherds, they declare “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to all on whom His favor rests.”
Peace! It’s the kind of peace that comes within when one knows why we are here. That we are loved just as we are. That we are not defined by our struggles or mistakes but by God who has created us and redeems us. Yes, God is indeed good and we can be friends with Him. Now that’s cool.
I have an idea. Take a little time this week, in the midst of all the trimmings and trappings of the season, and thank God for a little Child. For a manger and humble beginnings. For letting you know that you are loved by God. He loves you more than you could ever know. That’s what Christmas is all about!
See you at the Lighthouse,