Christmas is not about perfection in us. It’s about messy brokenness and unlikely stories of Grace. It’s about an infant King born to an unlikely mother into a world that was so clearly not His home. He stepped down from the presence of angels and God himself…to be in the presence of broken and imperfect people, to commune with us, to break with us, to rise with us. The stress and the pressure to put on a perfect Christmas can be overwhelming, especially when you’re on a budget and the snow isn’t falling and it just seems like more of a hurried mess than a celebration of peace. But my friends, Christ’s birth was never about consumerism…it was about Heaven’s royalty found in the most humble places. Our twinkle lights shine in our windows only as a symbol of the light which entered into our darkness. And our advent today isn’t much different than the advent the Old Testament people experienced. We are once again waiting for the Savior to come to us. We are once again waiting for Heaven to come to earth. We still want peace on earth and goodwill to men. We still sing out in our hearts, O come, O come Emmanuel. Christmas looks a lot shinier today than it did the night Jesus was born…but it’s still about Christ’s love for broken and messy people. It’s still about God stepping right down from Heaven to be with us again. It’s still about amazing Grace.
A Fellow Grace Wanderer