FOOD FOR THOUGHT
(12/27/2009)
To:
JESUS@kingdom.org
From:
CindyH@hcchome.org
Dear
Jesus,
If
you showed up in the HCC nursery today, I'm afraid I wouldn't recognize
You. You being just a baby and all—still in diapers, hungry and crying,
only two days old. You would need to be fed and burped, changed and bathed,
and I don't have time for that. I have other things to do, work to finish,
stuff to buy, important people to see, and simply cannot be bothered.
And yet the shepherds, the smelly and lowly in society, relegated to the
fields and sheep, working the graveyard shift, they bothered. They stopped.
They worshipped. And they were transformed by Your glory. So also old
man Simeon. And the widow Anna. But not me. I'm too full of myself to
have room for You. We all come from humble beginnings, with the dependence
of a baby. Yet somehow, as I've gotten older, instead of “putting on Christ”
I've become blind, legally deaf, and 100% certifiably self-centered. May
this Christmas not be a one day celebration, but a way of life with You.
Help us to truly see You—a baby, a child, and the Son of God incarnate.
Emmanuel. God-with-us. Always. May we not quickly put You away like the
decorations or return You to the box we like to keep You in. Help us to
echo Bartimaeus' words: “Lord, we want to see.” May every day be Christmas,
that each day would be more about You and less about us, that You would
be born in our lives every day, every hour, renewing us, re-creating us
in Your image. Help us to stop (and not a rolling stop either). Pause.
Kneel. Worship. Ponder. Treasure. Behold Your glory.
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