My blog post from December 16, 2013 highlighted an
embarrassment at a women’s Christmas event in Arizona at which I
spoke. I had dropped baby Jesus. I bungled the message. One little instant from
which I struggled to recover, however, became a Christmas message to my heart
(and became a story to share at another women’s Christmas event – thank you,
Lord, for your redemption!): I truly don’t want to drop baby Jesus at
Christmas-time. No, not ever again! Obviously, since I’m still
reflecting on this incident, it had a lasting impact on me…
embarrassment at a women’s Christmas event in Arizona at which I
spoke. I had dropped baby Jesus. I bungled the message. One little instant from
which I struggled to recover, however, became a Christmas message to my heart
(and became a story to share at another women’s Christmas event – thank you,
Lord, for your redemption!): I truly don’t want to drop baby Jesus at
Christmas-time. No, not ever again! Obviously, since I’m still
reflecting on this incident, it had a lasting impact on me…
It’s easy to do, you know. To drop baby Jesus, in the midst of my preparation for one of the
holiest of seasons, is not uncommon. Sometimes, I get too wrapped up in
wrapping up the trimmings, and the packages, and the cooking, that He simply
gets dropped (period). I hope that’s not true of you.
holiest of seasons, is not uncommon. Sometimes, I get too wrapped up in
wrapping up the trimmings, and the packages, and the cooking, that He simply
gets dropped (period). I hope that’s not true of you.
Today, Sunday, November 30, 2014, is the beginning of
Advent. Celebrating Advent is optional. It’s simply a tradition that developed
over the course of the church’s history as a season to prepare for the coming (which is what the Latin word, adventus, means: the coming). I’m
opting to celebrate Advent this season, not with a calendar-watching activity, but with a soul-searching, hopeful-expectation of “hanging onto Jesus”
until the day-of-His-birth-kind-of-celebration. This will be my attempt at not
dropping Him this year.
Advent. Celebrating Advent is optional. It’s simply a tradition that developed
over the course of the church’s history as a season to prepare for the coming (which is what the Latin word, adventus, means: the coming). I’m
opting to celebrate Advent this season, not with a calendar-watching activity, but with a soul-searching, hopeful-expectation of “hanging onto Jesus”
until the day-of-His-birth-kind-of-celebration. This will be my attempt at not
dropping Him this year.
To do that, I’ll mark each day forward, with something to
ponder on this blog site (#adventthoughts). It might just be a quote. Perhaps a
Scripture. Maybe a comment or two. Possibly a picture. It could even be the words to a Christmas
song upon which I’m reflecting. However, if you want to join me on this
adventure into the Advent season, please come. The invitation is an open one.
It’s an invitation to not drop baby Jesus this Christmas season.
ponder on this blog site (#adventthoughts). It might just be a quote. Perhaps a
Scripture. Maybe a comment or two. Possibly a picture. It could even be the words to a Christmas
song upon which I’m reflecting. However, if you want to join me on this
adventure into the Advent season, please come. The invitation is an open one.
It’s an invitation to not drop baby Jesus this Christmas season.
This is the baby Jesus, I dropped, tucked safely into His manger. Oh may I adore Him this season, just the way His mother was in awe and pondered everything about Him!