A Divine Starting Place without a Finish Line

It’s here, friends, Christmas Day has come. Please know that I’m forever touched by your desire to spend this season with me and my sweet author friends, (thanks again Tricia, Joneal, Marybeth, and Mary!) However close we came to celebrating the true meaning of Christmas throughout this season, or how far from the mark we found ourselves falling, our goal was a worthy one and Christmas Day has arrived offering us yet another brand new opportunity to worship. It’s the only day we have to love Him, you know. Yesterday is over and tomorrow isn’t ours.

And yet, if we aren’t sitting in a candle lit church this morning listening to reverent organ music we can feel far from holy. We can feel strangely distant, and curiously cold amidst all the paper, boxes, and bows. If our goal is to worship Him well, such an unexplainable mood  has the potential of making us feel quite unfit to offer Him praise. Guard against this, friends! Nothing we do or don’t do makes us any more or any less “worthy”” to worship this Jesus, King of Kings.

I’m thinking of a particular morning when, for no pinpoint-able reason, my prayer time felt awkward and cold. As I struggled on, asking the Lord to tell me what was wrong, I felt rather than heard that still small voice I’ve come to know and love.

“You bring the sacrifice, I’ll bring the fire.”

Just that quickly, the Holy One had reminded me that He’s in charge of the passion.

Dear friends, my Christmas gift to each of you is a prayer that you would know the fellowship of Jesus Christ, the Savior, born of a virgin, celebrated by angels. I pray you would seek Him diligently and often.

And I pray that you will never forget that if you will bring the sacrifice– He will bring the fire.