It’s official. It is now the holiday season.
That means (drumroll please) hot chocolate, warm cookies, turkey, dressing, red velvet cake, and chocolate pies are now in season.
Hats, scarves, gloves, coats, and long underwear have come out of hibernation.
Bing Crosby, Burl Ives, Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole, and Mariah Carey are all crooning their Christmas tunes.
Stores are busy.
Chimneys are smoky.
People are jolly…
December means all those things. And it’s fun, at least for me, to enjoy all the sights, smells, and warm fuzzies that go along with the holiday season.
But it’s a busy time. So it’s good to stop and reflect. Here is what stopped me (it was a good friend’s Facebook status):
Reflecting today on God crushing His own son for our sins. Could you sacrifice your own son for a bunch of sinners? Me neither. Makes His love incomprehensible.
When I read that, it made me stop and think, “I wouldn’t either. Man, I must be a total jerk.” Which is a pretty normal response. But then I thought about it some more… The point isn’t that I wouldn’t sacrifice Malaki for sinners. Of course I wouldn’t. If I did, that would probably be a sin. The point is that God did sacrifice his son for sinners. That is incomprehensible. Thanks for the reminder, Margaret.