“While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.” Luke 2:6-7
Dear Jesus, It’s so grand that I can hardly wrap my mind around it; the moment you were born, you were God lying there in the feed trough, wrapped in rags. What a welcome we gave you and oh how similarly we have treated you throughout our lives. We say, “God you can be here with us,” but we won’t necessarily give you the honor and reverence you deserve. We give our “junk for Jesus” when our best gifts get cast down in front of idols.
Thank you for being the patient and merciful Lord who died for roaches like us. I’m so thankful for your grace and by faith I will do my best to give you more than a manger as a dwelling place in my heart and life. Since you are here with all your blessings, I will be happy in my Christmas celebrations no matter what they do or don’t look like. Amen.
When Christ is in your Christmas it’s always the best ever!