I apologize. I’m late in posting this. Was totally wiped out when I got back home last nite from a day of celebrating my son’s elder daughter’s 10th birthday. Fell asleep in our recliner and just didn’t have enough gumption to write a word for posting.
Our church had a beautiful Cantata yesterday. It centered on imagining what it would be without Jesus—if He had never been born. Where would I be? Where would our world be?
Can you imagine? Each day would be a day for gaining more on earth because there is no need to be concerned about storing treasures anywhere else. Each day would be without giving, loving or caring about anyone but ourselves. So many times Christmas becomes this anyway—even for Believers.
We get stupid gifts we don’t want and would never have bought anyone else. And we are not grateful for the thought or sacrifice of those who give it to us. We just wonder why they couldn’t have thought of something better, or listened to us more and could read our hearts desires.
Personally, I’m just as happy to receive nothing. I’m happy to simply have the presence of my family opposed to the presents I might receive from them. I want to savor every giggle, witty remark exchanged, smile of pleasure and expression of joy. I especially like to do that at our church services. Joy is written on the faces of so many throughout our church—and not just at this season, but every time we meet. And you know something? These people have real struggles. Some have husbands and daddies in Iraq and other foreign places. Some have lost their sons, their daughters, their mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters this year. Some are enduring horrible debilitating diseases. Some are struggling to get to the place where they can walk into a service again. And the beauty of the Lord, is that He still gives us His joy in the midst of our heartaches and struggles.
As I left behind my granddaughters in Texas and drove home with my little 3-year-old HayJae in the back seat yesterday, my ears were gifted with her rendentions of Sunday School songs. Jesus in the manger. Going down to Egypt. Jesus in my heart. And something about a pyramid. As she played with a little 50-cent china doll angel I gave her, she talked to it about Jesus and Him being a baby in a manger and how he could come into her heart. It was that precious gift that put the focus of Christmas in perspective. Jesus. His presence far surpasses any and all presents anyone could shop for at this time.
May we go about the few shopping days ahead with a prayer on our lips that the Lord will be seen in our actions and words. May we manifest His glory to all that they will want to have Him in their lives to experience the everlasting permeating joy that only He can bring. selahV
I may have been late writing this. But Jesus is always on time.
[copyrighted, SelahV Today, 2007]
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