It is 9:oo p.m. Christmas Eve. Amy and I are relaxing on the couch as we wait for our children to fall asleep. We never taught our kids to believe in Santa, but we do still like to put candy in their stockings from us once they are asleep. Even though they know the big guy isn't coming, it is still hard to get them asleep the night before Christmas.
While I wait for them to sleep, I thought I would take some time to say a few things here. Christmas is chaotic fun, chock full of family visits, car rides, old movies, good food, good conversations, awkward pauses, rousing card games, frequent questions like "So how long are you in town?" etc. But we do enjoy the chaos. At times, we do forget to be really thankful for the true meaning of Christmas. Not what many people say, "baby Jesus being born." No, no. We are thankful that Jesus gave up his God-hood, and became a man, to suffer as we do (and much more) to make a way for billions of sinners He loved so much. And that way He made for us is so simple and beautiful, almost too much so for so many, so that they miss their role in salvation...acceptance. Oh no, I have to DO something to go to heaven. Or God doesn't exist for me, no God I know would allow people to suffer, etc. God has made a way for us to know about him through his word and creation, and to know him through his Son. Thank you Jesus!
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