Air travel is such a weird concept. I’m still not used to it. You wake up in one place, hang out for a bit. Then you go to this magical building, walk into a skinny vehicle of sorts, and walk out of the skinny vehicle to see a completely different landscape.
It’s a Christmas miracle.
Speaking of Christmas, it’s exactly a month from today, as my sister reminded me. I’m about 2/3 of the way done with my gift-buying, which enables me to focus less on that and more on finishing up the semester with a strong work ethic.
It’s so cliché to say that I really want to focus on Jesus and the real reason for -not just the Christmas season but – life, love, HOPE. But I do. It’s all fine and dandy to say that, but what does that look like in my life? Does that mean that I do anything differently?
One year, I decided to read the Christmas story every day in December. It was good to re-read the climax of God’s story, but it became rote after a few times. And if there’s anything that I don’t want the story of Jesus humbling Himself and coming down to earth to be, it’s boring or mundane or tired.
I want to revel in the story this year. I want to marvel at the fact that the God that I serve loves a world that rejected Him time and again so much that He would sacrifice for them in order to restore the relationship that they once had.
As much as I enjoy twinkly lights and cookies (which is a key part of the season for me, as I’m sure you can predict) and giving gifts, there’s got to be more to it, more substance, a deeper and richer spiritual holiday. Not a holiday from being spiritual.
I have 24 hours of Christmas music on Matilda now, on a playlist entitled, “Christmas extravaganza.” As Stacey, Kathryn, and I finish up our homework from the weekend, we’re ushering in the season by clicking play.