It is the week of Christmas the time of year we celebrate our Lord Saviors birth. A time to gather and spend time with those we love. However I saw less of Jesus this year and more ciaos. People shooting each other over toys or electronics, pepper spraying so they can get just the right gift for someone. It saddens me to watch year after years the depravity of our communities becoming worse. I think about the countless that spent Christmas in their grand homes with their families surrounding them and a pile of presents in front of them and yes I feel sorry for them. They missed it they missed out on the biggest gift of all. The gift that God our Father gave to us. The baby that was born in a field surrounded by animals. We have all heard the story but think about the details here. The animals smell and you are in their field well there is feces around and little food for Mary and Joseph they wrap their baby in rags. Now with our clean hospitals and designer baby clothes we don't think about what Mary actually went through that night or the real conditions of their story. We paint a nice little picture on it. Here is a family traveling a great distance she is nine months pregnant on a donkey umm a little more that just uncomfortable. Door after door is closed on them person after person rejects them. I have a hard time thinking that someone who close a door on a pregnant woman in the first place but she just wasn't any woman within her ready to be born into this world was our Savior. Them man who would live a life a pure life among us and would be beaten and die a horrible death for us for the same people who said no to His mother for the people who are still saying no to His Father. We as a nation and as a world are those people who are shutting our doors in the face of God. He is saying take care of the needy and poor the widows and children and we are shutting our hearts to His call.
I am a thorn on the crown upon Jesus head, I am the rust on the nail through His hand and yet He loves me. He wraps those nail scarred hands around me and holds me to His chest. He looks down on my life with love and grace. I pray that as we go into this next year we take a very close look at who this Man is and what He did with His time here on earth. For each day had a purpose and a reason and I no longer am content to idly sit back and only think of Him as a story. For He is my Savior my God my Lord who I have chosen to serve. And in order to serve Him I much learn all of who He is.
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