Our tree stands in the corner of the living room, strung with tiny white lights and embellished with mostly homemade ornaments from past Christmas seasons, some of which add beauty, some of which with glue and sparkles and the creative minds of children reflect grace and joy. We laughed as we hung some of these this year, and we felt tugs of sentiment as our daughters are now all grown. "Remember when...?" There is the angel made of Sculpty clay, part of the wing missing, dated 2001. There are the painted golf balls. Styrofoam shapes covered in glitter. A school picture pasted onto a star.
This year's Christmas celebration will be very different in this time of covid.
And yet, the angel still says:
"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." (Luke 2. 10-11)
What will we remember this Christmas?
We worship not a worldview,
nor just a holiday,
but the reality of Our Savior,
a Promise made flesh that never changes.
Immanuel. God is with us.
Fear not. Even in this.
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