It's easy to forget that this day is not about you and me.
That it's not about the snow falling outside, as I write this,
or the cinnamon roll I just ate.
It's not about the music in the background or the good meal and family time ahead for us.
It's not even about the presents.
I forget that sometime.
And when all of the above doesn't fall into place you'll hear me say
"it just doesn't feel like Christmas".
It was a normal day for this world, as far as the people were concerned.
A day of work, of routine. Nothing special. Or so it seemed.
And yet God, in His infinite wisdom, chose that particular day to provide a way
of salvation for you and me.
And He chose it in a form of a baby.
And He didn't plan it to be "
special" in the ways
that we would think it needed to be.
He had Our
Saviour born to a very young, inexperienced couple.
He had the birth take place in the discomfort of a stable.
A smelly, dirty place intended for animals.
Certainly not built with the intention that a
King would be born there.
He made a grand announcement,
not to the high society of the times,
but rather to a bunch of poor, dirty shepherds.
And then He put this young couple, with a small child,
on the run for their lives.
Having to trust fully in Him.
That what He had said would come to pass.
Yes, the wise men came to worship Him eventually
but I don't recall hearing of them at the foot of the cross
as He was dying.
And, now, you and I are asked to fully trust Him.
That what He said will come to pass.
No, the day doesn't always feel like what it is.
But it
is what it was meant to be.
Let us not forget.
It's almost hard to remember our family without Jason.
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