And Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the town of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, to be registered with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child. And while they were there, the time came for her to give birth. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.
It’s early in the morning of Christmas Eve as I’m writing this, and I just want to pound out a quick note to all
five of you who might take a moment to check in today.
The last few days have been a blur around my home, as it often is at this time of year. The house is clean. Some last minute shopping was done. There have been parties, and events (and even a little time with just the wife and kids) all wedged in there, too. I don’t expect the rush to end until after the sun sets on Christmas Day.
If this sounds familiar to you, and it probably does for most of us, I’d suggest you carve out some time in the whirlwind of activity to remember why we make such a big deal about this time of year. Remind yourself who the real hero of this story is.
And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.
I love the lights, and the tree, and the time with friends and family. I love the presents, and the parties, and the food we get to share together. I love the music, and the mayhem of the season. Christmas is a great time of year. It only makes sense that we’ve taken the moment that the world experienced such great joy and filled the days that we celebrate it each year with those things that bring us joy, too.
Have a great holiday season. Marry Christmas everyone.
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