Christmas

The pull toward hibernation is real right now. With wintry blasts and less light, I want to huddle up with my family and only those within a several block radius and wait it out until spring. But I know that’s not what Christmas is about.

So the other part of me will stay diligent: preparing and praying for those we see on the streets in this cold. Deliberately seeking out those unlike our family. Reaching out to neighbors and strangers in stores and praying for those of other faiths living across the ocean.

I will stay connected to at least a majority of the news. Because what’s happening out there should affect our family in here.

And with every present we wrap and cozy blanket we snuggle, I will remember those without. Not because it will ruin our Christmas, but precisely because it will flesh it out. He came. He chose to come. He left everything and came down to little, to limitations, to temptation and hunger and famine and war. He made His bed in our mess and stayed until it was finished.

Merry Christmas Week from our family to yours. Let Earth receive her King.

He is worthy.