Stick a fork in me, cause I am done. I am so over Christmas. I am. I just am.
Call me Scrooge, call me whatever you like. I'm just saying. At least I'm being honest.
I walked away tonight from yet another service project I have delved into this holiday season. I'm grateful for the opportunity to serve others in need. It is at the very core of what God calls us each to do.
But as I looked into the faces of helpless women and children, I realized that there is no amount of goodwill to make up for my loss. There is no amount of goodwill to make up for whatever they've lost.
There just isn't.
Because it is not human goodwill they, nor I, need. No amount of Christmas cheer. No amount of anything of this earth.
Instead, it is Christ we need.
Christ alone. Christ without the "mas."
We hear so often the cheesy phrase, "Jesus is the reason for the season." Well, for me, Jesus is the reason that I live and breathe, regardless of the season.
And to be honest, He doesn't need presents, and songs, and over-eating, and parties, and all the Christmas craziness to be celebrated.
He really just wants our hearts.
And He's got mine, that is for sure. I can say beyond a doubt that I am more in love with Christ this Christmas than ever before. Kind of ironic for me to feel that way during a year where I can't even bring myself to muster a Christmas song.
He knows my heart. That's the best gift I could ever offer.
Dearly loved, and celebrating Christ,