Waiting for Christmas

What if the one who is destined for Christmas this year, the one to arrive upon the scene Christmas morning, is no one other than who we’ve been looking for?  The Jewish nation was oppressed heavily by Roman rule and persecution.  Their faith was in another to come, the Messiah, who would deliver them from all their taxation, their poverty, their subjugation.

We need to have a living faith, but in times of difficulty all I can muster is, “He promised!”  Yes, God will make it better.  God will overcome.  But what can I do with today?  As I walk up to an empty cross I gaze upon where He was.  He was here for me then.  I know in my heart that He’s gone to prepare a place for me in heaven.  There are so many prayers that He has yet to answer though.  What are we missing as believers?

It’s hard to imagine, but the Christmas story is the solution to our frailty.  To make God move, we show God our best side… amazing faith.  But the Christ infant merely was.  We show God patience beyond words… but without a word to form, Jesus merely wept.  We give God so much devotion that sometimes it’s hard to see why… oh right God, I forget.  It’s about love.

Presents come and go, and childlike wonder seems to be the ultimate human experience around this time of the year.  Children don’t have to try hard to appreciate Christmas, they just do.  Can we keep Christmas in our hearts?  It depends on our perspective.  Are we trying to have a childlike wonder?  If so, then I think we’ve missed the point.