The snow falls quietly. Drifting through the skeletonized branches of resting trees. Slowly settling on fence posts, beehives, roofs, and fields. While inside the colored lights flicker on the Christmas tree, the presents pile in their brilliant colors, and the cacophony of sight, sounds, and smells overtake the underlying reality of disorder, disarray, and disorganization.
I sat in church yesterday marveling at the beauty and wonder of the Season. The sanctuary was decorated in golds, reds, and greens while yellow-white lights glimmered and shone around wreaths and trees decorated with chains of red and gold. Every detail seemed in its perfect place. The music was traditional and memory making. And my heart was warmed and calmed.
Order, beauty, peace and hope.
That is what Jesus brings to all who would come.
But just as snow gently falling can turn to a dangerous howling blowing blizzard, so too can the Season.
Look at the manger. Tired and amazed Mary. Protective and adoring Joseph. And the Baby. He came and changed the world.
May you find order, beauty, peace and hope today from the Savior who became a Baby.
Today's Journey Joy: The Baby
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