It’s Christmas Eve and there are no chestnuts roasting on our fire. There’s no sugar plums dancing in the visions in our heads. But there is an air of happiness in our household. Despite the children’s petty squabbling sometimes there is excitement and anticipation in the air.
Gratitude is the watchword. Gratitude that we’ve made it through our own personal annus horribilus, although that may still be to come.
Gratitude for my new friends and followers on here who have brought inspiration and warmth into my blogging life.
However you feel about Christmas and whether you celebrate it or not or believe it all grew out of a pagan festival, we will be celebrating Jesus. Scholars are actually of the opinion that Jesus wasn’t born in December but that his birth date was moved to line up calendar issues.
It doesn’t matter to me. I will be celebrating Jesus. His understated birth in a smelly stable. The gifts the wise men brought that point towards his death and burial and his eventual resurrection.
Without Christ there is no Christmas because he didn’t stay that baby in the manger but grew up to become a loving man who died to save all of us because He loves us , whether we acknowledge it or not. Son of God, Son of man, Redeemer, Wonderful Counselor. Almighty God.
Happy Christmas guys