HOLY, Not Just Holly

Part of me is always broken at Christmas. I needed to read last year’s post about being thankful instead of using my too-high-of-expectations measuring stick to suck the joy out of our holiday.

I can choose to plug in to the vastness of purpose and perfect gifts by focusing my heart & mind on the “reason for the season”. I can choose to set aside time in this hectic hullabaloo for the Father of heavenly lights and truly give an offering to His child that we celebrate.

He came, not as a flash of light or as an unapproachable conqueror, but as one whose first cries were heard by a peasant girl and a sleepy carpenter. God tapped humanity on its collective shoulder, “Pardon me,” he said, and eternity interrupted time, divinity interrupted carnality, and heaven interrupted the earth in the form of a baby. Christianity was born in one big heavenly interruption.

~ Max Lucado

It isn’t where you are, who you are with, or what you are doing that sets the stage for worship and reverence. It’s the focus of your heart. The single, purposed decision to SEE HIM, HEAR HIM, SERVE HIM, REPRESENT HIM – right in the din of chaos, in the dirty filth of our human experience.

And doesn’t that remind you of the place he chose to be born? There was nothing perfect about a donkey ride for a pregnant woman in labor, being out of town and away from the comforts of home; or being stuck in a stable with farm animals and having a bed of hay.

It is Christmas every time you let God love others through you…yes, it is Christmas every time you smile at your brother and offer him your hand.

~ Mother Teresa

{ Perfection is in your perspective. }

As one of my favorite hymns says, “Turn your eyes upon Jesus. Look full in His wonderful face… and the things of earth will grow strangely dim… in the light of His glory and grace.”

May your holiday be full of HOLY as well as holly.

In His Grip,

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