Christmas season is officially upon us. We are less than a month away. My Christmas shopping is mostly done. Each year I seem to take on a huge DIY project. This year is no different, but hopefully will take less time.
I’m always doing my best to slow down and take in every moment of the Christmas Season. I want to savor every moment of joy with my family, every second of magic and wonder surrounded by twinkling lights and glorious scents.
Christmas has always been filled with magic for me. Magic isn’t the right word. Not hocus pocus illusions, but wonder and awe and…
Ben mentioned that the word we translate as “indescribable” was used only once in the Bible. It’s in 2 Corinthians 9 that Paul gives thanks for the indescribable gift of grace which comes through Jesus.
When the God of the universe became human… there just aren’t words to describe that event.
Why God chose to send his Son to die, so that we could live… the whole act is just… indescribable.
That’s Christmas for me. I can tell you about the warmth I feel in the glow of twinkling lights. I can tell you about the joy I experience when I see the delight in my boys’ faces. I can tell you about the contentment I receive when I’m surrounded by family and friends in a number of get togethers that will happen in the next month.
But the whole of the Christmas Season; the magic of it all, is just indescribable.
So Ben reminded us to soak it up. Chew our food, savor each moment, and enjoy it.
Christmas is busy. Things have to get done. Houses need to be cleaned and decorated, gifts need to be bought, wrapped, and given. For me, savoring the moment means I’m going to view my favorite things about this season through the lens of the indescribable gift of Jesus.
When I’m decorating my tree with my boys this afternoon, I’m going to thank God for the gift that they are to me. I’m going to remember how Mary, Jesus’ own mother, sat back, took in the moments she shared with her baby boy, and cherished them in her heart forever.
When I’m thoroughly enjoying baking Christmas cookies in my kitchen, I’m going to slow down and savor the moments. I’m going to thank God for his provision. Not only does he give me my daily bread, but sugar and butter as well.
As I shop for, wrap, and exchange gifts this year I’m going to remember the gifts that were given to a little boy that would foreshadow the reason he came to this earth. And the ultimate gift that was given to me because of his life, death, and resurrection.
I am dearly loved. And so are you. And I’m going to bask in the light of that thought all season long.