I’ve tried all day long to figure out this angst in my heart.
It was a good day. Everyone was happy – though slightly under the weather. The gifts were good. There was no quibbling between siblings. It just wasn’t Christmas.
One of my gifts was an amazing book called the Christmas Sweater.
One sentence at the end of the book caught my heart, and actually I added more than Mr. Beck had intended when he wrote it.
At Christmas we celebrate the birth of the Christ child, but by doing so, sometimes we miss the real meaning of the season. It is what that infant boy, then perfect man did at the end of His ministry that makes the birth so special.
Without His death, the birth is meaningless.
It is so very, very true. The death and resurrection of Jesus Christ has been the focal point of history. It’s power changes lives, forgives sin, makes a relationship with God possible, brings joy and hope to everyone who receives the great gift.
But there is more…so much more. Because He isn’t done. He’s returning and coming back to set everything in order. “To make wrong things right.” “To make all things new.” There is a second Christmas if you would want to call it that.
That’s my longing today. The second Christmas. I love my family. You blessed me today. I love being your mom and wife. But the thing I long for most is just Jesus. The power of that longing surprises me and is more than I can put words to. And praying into that and preparing the way for that moment, and preparing God’s people for it, I think that is now my life’s goal. This isn’t just a one year resolution. It is the longing of my heart.
Even so Lord Jesus, quickly come!