Over the years, the world has successfully boxed Christmas into lights, trees and ornaments.
Caroling and giving away cards of families
Sharing the Christmas spirit
Which is good. Because God is love.
But i imagined laying in the manger the God of love somewhat prepped for the demise of his own life – sacrifice.
Let’s be honest,
Over the years, subtly our grownup minds have relegated Christmas to the children
So we show up.
In churches with thanksgiving and free giving
Celebrating the birth of our saviour
Smiling along with our kids who await Santa with anticipation like an expectant mother in her third trimester.
We do show up and lift our hands in adoration and true worship
Except mostly devoid of truth.
This entire year settled on me with thickness of autumn fog
The immense rollercoaster of knowing and then not knowing
Of learning and unlearning
Of rising and falling
All led me to Colossians 2:7
Which ends blatantly with a rather confounding truth.
The reality is Christ.
What a short … answer to all of life’s torment!
The reality is Christ.
You mean the real time happenings… sensitive to my five senses speak to Christ like the leaves rustling in praise to the wind?
Like the patterns in the bark of the oldest tree
Like the dorsal fins on the great blue whale
And the riffs in the ocean waves
Speak to Christ?
That reality??
Or the reality of a topsy turvy life
Full of questions and confusions like an adolescent in a Jewish family.
That reality is Christ?
The issues that plagued us daily this year
Some lost jobs and love
Some gained life and Christ
But everyone had to climb some mountains and slide down valleys
What about that reality?
How does Christmas fit in??
The time has come, for true worshippers to worship Him in spirit and in truth
But preceding this verse is everything that speaks to our very nature as Christians
We know God is love.
He is Emmanuel, born unto David
The wonderful counselor.
Mighty God
Everlasting Father
Prince of Peace
And oh He is!!
We know that for it rolls of our tongues every Christmas
Much like the Samaritan woman, we have had tremendous encounters
But this particular Christmas
I’d like to suggest something
Have a sit down with manger baby
In the quietness of your hearts and rooms
Ask if He really is your reality
Ask your heart if He really is your truth.
It’s easy for us to raise hands because we were made for worship
I do pray that when those hands fall, our hearts will remain raised in truth
Of the reality of Christ in our lives
Because truth is Christmas will always be merry
And baby Jesus will always appear on tv
December will forever be festive; even jolly
I just pray in your hearts and lives
forever Jesus will be equally as merry
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