So we’ve been hearing it for weeks now. The echoes of all of the Christmas carols trying to convince us that it really is the most wonderful time of the year. And in the back of our minds it’s hard not to think of our world and all of the mess and heartbreak and recent tragedy. That somewhere out there there’s an empty seat at family Christmas this year. The lights are shining bright outside my house tonight. Christmas carols are loud and on repeat and there are people around the world singing their praises dark and quiet.
Sometimes its good to remember that the joy of Christmas is not in the carols, Christmas lights, and even our cheerful gatherings. That Christmas is made for the aching, empty hearts. The hopeless, helpless, and tired.
On that first Christmas night, “no room in the inn” they were told. Warm and comfortable and preoccupied, no room for a King. And how often are our hearts and minds too occupied with creating Christmas that we leave no vacancy for the Christ himself.
“Prepare ye the way of the Lord; make straight in the desert a highway for our God.”
To our empty, seeking and striving world-
May our hearts be wide open this year to receive our Savior just as we are.
Merry Christmas, friends.
Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift.