This year, I haven’t been feeling very Christmasy. I’m not surrounded by decorations, I didn’t do any Christmas shopping, and we didn’t go to my cousins’ house today like we normally do on Christmas Eve. I’ve been trying to figure out what this time of year is all about, and what the whole point is. I’ve grown tired of the cliche “Remember the real reason for the season” phrase, which Christians like to spout out, while sitting around a tree unwrapping a large amount of (usually) unnecessary new things, listening to Christmas carols talking about silent and holy nights.
Today, I read Bianca’s post about how the angel appeared to the shepherds in the fields, and what that meant contextually and historically. At Reality on Sunday, Dave talked about how Jesus came to us in the form of a baby, and how easily accessible that made him to us–either to accept him easily or to reject him just as, if not more, easily. Serving in the nursery these past few months, I’ve had the opportunity to be around babies about twice a month for about two hours. I’ve been marveling at how babies are these tiny people, waiting to sprout out of their baby bodies into thinking, talking, adults. It sounds so obvious–duh, babies are people–and yet I’ve definitely, as of late, been in awe of the way humans enter into this world. These constant revelations have made “The Christmas Story” all the more miraculous. It’s amazing how God uses babies to bless and touch our hearts, and how he used one specific baby to save our souls.
“Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him. -Psalm 127:3”