Oh boy, it’s Christmas again! (Well, almost, but who’s counting?)
This past week has been hard on my family. As always, there’s that special cheeriness in the air, but underneath that is a quiet, somber mood. Kind of like that sort of grave silence where you’re unable to say a word, but there isn’t even a need for words at all.
A few times I found myself asking, how could this happen so close to Christmas? Selfishly, I was thinking only of my happy day being ruined by a few tears. Then I remember that this isn’t even “my day” at all. It’s Jesus’s.
As a good friend of mine said, “[Jesus] didn’t come into the world as a baby on that ‘silent night’ to create a hustling, bustling holiday season. He came to die and rise again, for you, for me.” (See the full blog post here.) Tomorrow, December 25th, is Jesus’s birthday, and I don’t know about y’all, but I’m certainly celebrating. I’m celebrating that He came so that my uncle to go to heaven. To God be the glory, forever and ever, amen!