Singing the songs of the season causes me to wonder. We sing anthems about tidings of comfort and joy, yet some of the most joyful people I’ve met are coping with real hardships. Comfort may be a completely unfamiliar concept to them. In the midst of their suffering, some experience a deep and profound joy — knowing that this earth is not their home. They were made for freedom. They were made for peace. They were made for relationship with the One who made them — the One who came wrapped in swaddling clothes with life, death and then life as His destiny. As we waltz through our Christmas celebration has our comfort robbed us of these greater truths?
“Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother.
And in his name all oppression shall cease.”
As we recapture the awe and mystery of the Babe in the manger let us not forget those who need what we can offer — delivery on the promise of hope and freedom. I encourage you to check out the work of Compassion International and consider rescuing a child from extreme poverty and helping prevent the enslavement of children around the world.
This Christmas let’s help others experience redemption, freedom, and justice. http://www.causes.com/causes/4502
Christmas time. Every year, for a short period of time, our inner child is given permission to come out of their room. This time of year, the lights are brighter, and the fragrances call up memories deeply imprinted in our hearts. This time of year, our yards are Hallmark cards, and our love is a black-and-white movie. Jesus is born and a Child is King.
Some of the most likeable and fascinating people I know are those that have retained this sense of childlike wonder beyond the season. In our educational system and in our churches, this sense of wonder seems to be starched, ironed, and conjugated right out of us. The wonder of God inventing light, matter, water, and companionship becomes a “Story.” The brilliance of a sunset, the “bigness” of things, the vastness of space and the need to see every side of something, to take it all apart; is left in exchange for “growing up.”
I’m not saying that maturity is not something to be reached and earned, only that wonder is almost as rare as seeing a man take responsibility for his actions. Some of the best and most-loved entertainers and businesspeople have been people that stayed in touch with their “inner child.” This Christmas can be a time when you reconnect with your own innocence and creativity: an act of worship where we take our place in the Universe under the guiding hand of a massive Creator who stuffed his greatness into human form as a baby to demonstrate his love for us. Where wonder is alive and a Child is King.
The impossible is realized. Wonder is alive.