Yesterday, I sat in Barnes & Noble and my insides were crying out to sing. But I couldn’t unleash the voice welling up in me because I shared this cafe with 30 others, most of whom worked quietly on laptops.
Over the loud speakers, they sang about Jesus. Clear as day, in a world where Jesus is increasingly censored out of the public square–a Christmas song preached Jesus in this little corner of the world.
We allow Him in here, at least at Christmas. And even if they’re not listening yet, people are hearing.
I wonder if at some point, someone will complain about the words. Come let us adore HIM, Christ the Lord.
For now, this choir sings Christ, the King, in front of everyone here, and my heart swells, because this is Who He has become to me–the King, my King.This is the stuff that lights one up on the inside!
May all our traditions, our celebrations this year, take us back to Jesus.
Jesus~the light of the world–when we drive around sipping hot cocoa and enjoy great displays of light in our communities.
Jesus~the cornerstone, the rock, our refuge–when we build cute little gingerbread cottages, with frosting and red and green gum drops.
Jesus~the miracle baby born that holy, silent night when angels sang–while we sing Christmas carols in our cars, our homes, our neighborhoods.
Jesus~who brought joy to the world–when we gather in living rooms and laugh our way through favorite Christmas movies.
Jesus~the greatest gift who took upon Himself the sins of all of us–when we exchange gifts and pass out little treasures.
Jesus~our reason to celebrate all through the year–as we gather with friends and family around the holiday to feast and enjoy each other.
May we see threads of Him woven through our stories, our celebrations, and our traditions…Merry Christmas!
