It’s Christmas morning.
Can you believe it? It snuck up on me.
All the busy. All the must-dos. All the gotta-make-it-specials.
I hope you’re able to enjoy the day. Enjoy all those gathered around you. I pray that there are a lot gathered around you. But, even if there aren’t a lot, or a few, gathered, I pray that you know you are loved.
Because, you are.
Too often, I miss that point of Christmas. You would think that someone who claims to love Christ wouldn’t miss it, but I do.
I think a lot of us do.
But, that doesn’t make the point of Christmas any less true.
You are loved.
Loved so much that God decided he couldn’t live without you. And so, he came and lived among us.
To feel our joy and our pain. To show us majesty and humility.
And to show us that sometimes, we really do miss the point.
And, before I ramble on and miss the point because I try to make it into some agenda of my own, I’ll let Linus’s speech rest where it is.
A baby. A world in need. Hope in the flesh.
Hope in the flesh.
Merry Christmas everyone. May you always know hope and love.