I don’t like Christmas. It’s a painful time of year. Growing up, holidays were never really a big deal, so it’s hard to get excited about them now as an adult, but Christmas was different. It’s the one holiday that we tried to celebrate- but I wish we didn’t. We did it so badly. Christmas hurts.
So as I try to get into the Christmas spirit, I try to remember the point of this whole thing. Jesus Christ. God humbling himself, putting on skin. Choosing to be with us. Loving us. Serving us.
Moving through this season, my prayer is that I can see past the kitsch. That behind every tree I’ll see a cross. And in remembering, I’ll be a little bit less of an ass. I’ll become a little less bitter. I’ll be a little bit more patient. I might even learn how to be little bit more of a servant.
I guess this is my start: Merry Christmas.
Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus,
who, though he was in the form of God,
did not regard equality with God
as something to be exploited,
but emptied himself,
taking the form of a slave,
being born in human likeness.