I just can’t seem to get back into blogging on a regular basis. You know, like I used to. Yeah, really. Okay, on a semi-regular basis. I did actually write a couple of posts this week that have remained as yet unpublished as I worry they are a little on the whiny side.
Insecurity in blogging, as in real life.
Anyway, today I have determined to ignore the dirty dishes in the sink, at least for a little while, to turn a blind eye to my calendar and the perpetual “to do” list (on post its on the microwave, as you may remember)…and instead to spend some time being still. Certainly there are a multitude of things screaming for my attention, from the aforementioned dishes to shopping to yanking the Christmas decorations out of storage–but not now. Now, I think. I pray. I study the Word. I plan. I prepare for the devotional I will lead Tuesday night. I rest. I drink coffee. I retreat, if only for an hour or two.
So, as I sit in front of the electric heater and ponder, among other things, the mystery of the Incarnation of the Son of God, His condescension, His humiliation, and His exaltation, I am humbled and ashamed. This is Christmas, that the Son of God “made himself nothing, taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.” (Philip. 2:7-8)
I am a self described Grinch, but I wonder if I haven’t carried my Grinch claim to fame too far. True, there are things I do not like about this time of year (perhaps a mild understatement)–the crazy schedule, the shopping, the decorating, the stress over giving (and wanting to receive) the perfect gift, the materialism and consumerism, the wanting and the wishing for more, more, more–this version of Christmas makes me want to (among other things) throw up. It renders me stressed, worn out, overwhelmed, discontent and miserable.
It also renders me forgetful. I forget the wonder of God in the flesh, making His dwelling among us, so that we may see the glory of His one and only Son, Jesus. I forget that the manger means the cross and that the cross demonstrates God’s love for me in that while I am a sinner, Christ died for me. I forget the terrible price paid for my redemption, that God made Him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf in order that we might become the righteousness of God in Him.
But today, I remember.