twenty-five: of december

This year, I'm struggling to find Christ in Christmas. Not in the "Of course He's the reason for the season" kind of way, but in the "He's working evidently in my life" sort of way. Yet I know He’s there. Just like the wise men knew as they followed a star toward what they could not see.

I'm choosing once again today, just as the magi did, to follow hard after Him. Even when I don't see, or feel, or---at times---even believe.

The words of a friend have been marinating in my heart and mind all week: God wasn't in the hurt, but He will be in the healing.

That's the whole point of December twenty-five, isn't it? That's the essence of Christmas right there---God reaching down to bring us healing. Coming to us when we couldn't come to Him.

I think I just found Christ in Christmas. I'm glad you were along for the journey.