I’m ready: the Christmas story sits beneath my chest like a slow swinging Sunday church bell. The presents are wrapped, the food is prepared, and the cookies are stacked oh-so-neatly on the tray.
But something is missing.
Truth be told, this hollow feeling blew in with Old Man Winter. It’s odd, you know, to have both longing and satisfaction at the same time. This longing: the waiting and hoping and anticipating for that which is lost to be found, the wrong to be made right, and the healing to finally come. And yet, still, I am overshadowed by a powerful peace.
How can this be?
Truth be told, this is the story of Jesus: an upside down Kingdom that ushers in a new world order. He is the fulfillment, deliverer, and healer. I can know the whole story, but miss it completely when I’m preoccupied with those gapping holes in my life. This season the Spirit has encouraged me to focus on the Star. Doing so causes me to look up. Doing so reminds me that a bright shining light, that never ceases, leads me.
I may know the whole story, but peace prevails and joy is strengthened when I choose to Believe.
Merry Christmas, friends!