I feel like I've forgotten the meaning of Christmas. I feel like I've been rushing around so much, focused on what I have left to do for Christmas presents, the last little bit of work before vacation, and the horrid traffic (if you have ever driven in the DMV area, you know) that I've left delving into God's word on the back burner. Has that ever happened to you? If so, you may also be familiar with the soul ache when it happens.
I feel like a horrible person and a horrible Christian. And that's no way to feel as we seek to celebrate the birth of our Savior.
I started reading the end of Luke 1, Zacharias' prophecy. I've sort of skimmed this before, wondering at its relevance in the story of the birth of Christ, short of the fact that it tells who his own son will be in relation to Christ. But the end of the prophecy caught my attention:
"And you, child, will be called the prophet of the Highest; for you will go before the face of the Lord to prepare His ways, to give knowledge of salvation to His people by the remission of their sins, through the tender mercy of our God, with which the Dayspring from on high has visited us; to give light to those who sit in darkness and the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace" (Luke 1:76-79).
Although the prophecy is about John the Baptist, it reminded me who Christ is and who God is. God is merciful and he forgives our sins. He sent His Son--the Dayspring from on high--to serve as our connection to Him. Jesus is our light, our refuge, our promise, our guide.
Christmas is about all of this. It's about more than just the birth of our Savior. It's about others recognizing who Jesus will be and announcing that. It's about everything leading up to His birth and it's about His birth.
Our schedules and our souls may feel overwhelmed, but that is why Jesus was born: to give us rest. And I hope you find that rest this season.