As I write this, it’s Saturday night. Most of my preparation for tomorrow’s service is done. (I always review in the morning before leaving for church.) Tonight I watched a couple classic Christmas movies with my family. Everyone of them reduced me to tears at least once. Part of that is a genuine concern for my dad who is in a rehab hospital and not doing particularly well triggering me, but I’ve always been a little sentimental and Christmas has always been a special time for me.
To be honest, the last two years have been difficult. Last year, my mother in law was in a rehab hospital and isolated from the family by COVID restrictions, (She has since gone home to be with the Lord.) Many of our family gatherings haven’t happened and I miss them. More than that I miss my family members aunts and uncles and cousins I haven’t seen in two years. I know where the emotion comes from, yet there have also been many blessings and some of the emotion comes from the blessings of this day too.
The thing is, most of the movies I watched tonight are not spiritual, but nonetheless they are touching and beautiful in their own right. As I watch them, I feel a burden. I have been entrusted with the greatest story ever told. Somehow I want to use these creative gifts I have been given to communicate this story with all the fire, passion and love that I can muster. I want to make sure everyone gets the point and no on takes it for granted. This is the story of the greatest gift of love ever given. I don’t know what that means exactly or how to make it happen, but it’s really important.
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