Because this is about Christmas, let me begin with this assumption.
Christmas is about something more…
Something more than Santa Claus.
Something more than trees and tinsel.
Something more than gifts given or gifts received.
The meaning and message of Christmas is deeper and more profound and more simple than we can imagine.
So, with that, this.
Despite my intentions and best laid plans, the last two weeks I have been swamped with demands.
The normal demands of being a pastor of a church.
The added the demands which the holiday seasons bring.
A holiday party tonight at a local social service organization.
Family gathering to celebrate Christmas.
Working alongside members and friends to decorate our sanctuary for Christmas.
And, two funerals…one about a week ago. The second one on Sunday.
I spent yesterday and part of today alternately doodling on a piece of paper or staring at a computer screen searching to find the words for what I want to say on Christmas Eve. I am sure that by Tuesday evening something will be written down, but right now there is little.
But the truth is that Christmas comes regardless of what words I say or don’t say. Or, whether I feel ready or not.
God, once again, steals her way into the craziness and confusion of the world as it is and my life as it is to stand with us and by us whether we know it or not. Even, I believe, whether we acknowledge it or not. I will find some words to say on Christmas Eve, but maybe what I most need is to pay attention.
Because Christmas comes.