The first Christmas that my husband and I were married, we sent out Christmas cards with a message that I will always remember. The cards had a picture of an angel flying above Baby Jesus in the manger, placing a kiss on his precious baby cheek. The inscription read:
I have always been profoundly moved by the concept of the Christ Child as a breath of heaven: the sacred, breath of life that is sweet, gentle and renewing.
Much is written this time of year about experiencing the true meaning of the Christmas season. It is far enough into December, that you have probably read several such articles. I’m not quite sure why, but this Advent season, God has reminded me repeatedly that it was through the coming of Christ, as a tiny baby, that God clothed himself in humanity and experienced the trials and triumphs and challenges of human existence. It is because God so loved the world that he sent his only Son; not only to die but to LIVE. So that whatever trial, whatever emotion, whatever challenge we face, we may rest assured, He understands. My eyes this Advent are upon the anniversary of the coming of the Lord to share in my human existence. I would invite you to close your eyes, and think of the heaviest burden you carry, and then feel the true miracle of Christmas; that the One who loves you more than you can possibly imagine, was born to earth to understand your walk, to empathize, to reconcile you to God the Father, and to be your Savior.