Lately, I've been hit by a profound sadness. Perhaps, a holy sadness.
In the midst of the holiday season, I've often found myself wondering-- Where is Jesus?
He doesn't seem to be in the presents or underneath the Christmas tree. He certainly isn't in the parking lots of shopping malls with all of its cursing and middle fingers. But he also doesn't seem to be in the midst of all of the trite Christian sayings either.
Is Jesus the reason for the season? Yes, but he's the reason for every season. Not just this one. Is there a war on Christmas? Yes, I believe there is. But not in the ways we have thought. We've been deceived-- it's not about whether Santa is black or not or whether Jesus was white or not.
The war on Christmas is the war we wage on ourselves. It manifests itself in our lack of compassion, patience, humility, and kindness. It lives not just in other people, but deep within our own hearts as well.
We can know all of the details of the true meaning behind Christmas, but if we lack love, we've missed the point entirely.
So, as a challenge to you and to me, in the next two days leading up to Christmas, let's start fresh. We can wipe the slates clean everyday, and every hour, if necessary. And we can embody the true meaning of Christmas-- of a love so great that the heavens could not contain it.
Merry Christmas, everyone, and may God bless us, one and all.
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