This post is about faith.
December, due to the fact that it’s the month that Christians celebrate the birth of their Savior, is filled with gravitas for me.
I spend the month surrounded by songs that remind me about Christ – images, colors, gifts, language, all of which remind me.
Each December I am filled with thought, and hope, and reflection. As I age, some things about God become clearer, and some things become increasingly complicated. Still, these verses – Luke 2:10-11
And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tiding of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.
…never fail to make me want to weep with emotion.
An angel, a Heavenly being, appeared and said “I bring you tidings of great joy”. Not good news, not something they might like to hear, but great joy. JOY – with all its overwhelming emotional contexts. This was JOY!
And this news is for EVERYONE, all the people. You didn’t have to be rich, or Jewish, or red-haired, or to be able to roll your tongue. The Savior is EVERYONE’S Savior.
And, this joyous information? This news for everyone?? A Savior has been born. Someone who will release us from the heavy burden life can cast upon us.
Yes, I know my life is not at all difficult when compared to others in other nations. And the things I find devastating, someone in the Phillipines would appreciate having in comparison to what they’ve gone through.
And just as I think that, I think about how my relationship with God is very much dependant upon the time and culture into which I was born. Had I been born in 1668 to a European peasant, or 1768 to Polynesian royalty, or 1868 to a Carpetbagger, I would think differently about God and Christ than I do now. I might not even believe in Him.
But I do. Because I was born in 1968 in southern California to a stock trader and a school teacher, with two older brothers making a ruckus back home, and a beautiful, lovely life ahead of me.
And every December, I come back around to praising God for His blessings. Because I spend at least 25 full days every year wherein I consider the joy, and the accessibility, and the Savior.
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