Hey everyone,
I'm not even sure if anyone is still following my blog anymore, as I haven't posted anything in over 2 months. I apologize for that (if anyone is still looking for updates). I know I made a decision to blog and I wish I had stuck to it, but here is another example of why I am a human, I am not perfect!
This blog was kind of a New Year's idea, so it makes sense for me to check back in because it's almost NY's again. I hope all of you have been well.
So, it's Christmas time. My apologies if you don't celebrate Christmas, that is completely okay. Because I am a christian I celebrate Christmas in all of its ribbon tainted glory. As we speak, my mother is wrapping presents behind me. One of my biggest aggrivations about Christmas is that we often forget the real meaning of it. We run around frantically looking for the perfect gift, hoping for the perfect weather, wishing for the perfect present, preparing the perfect meal. Now all of this is wonderful, don't get me wrong. I am in no way, shape or form a Scrooge, but I do think we need to stop a remember that Christmas is as much about us as it is about Jesus.
On December 25th, our saving grace was born. The Virgin Mary brought Him into this world by God's will, and even as a baby, His future was already mapped out. He was going to save all of the people of the earth. Kind of crazy, eh? At my age, I'm still figuring out where I truly want to be when I'm grown and gone. This little miracle baby already had his career path chosen for Him.
So, on this Christmas, I would like all of us to stop and think for a little bit about why we truly celebrate this holiday. Are we christians? Are we atheists? Why do we get so worked up about this one day out of the 365 in the year?
Christmas is more than gift wrap, turkeys, egg nog and trees. It's about the Son who was sent to save us all. So while you are wrapping your gifts, stuffing your turkey, pouring your egg nog and trimming your tree, think about why you're doing it.
If we ultimately do everything for the glory of God, why is Christmas any different?
