Colossians 3:1-3 “Therefore if you have been raised up with Christ, keep seeking the things above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your mind on the things above, not on the things that are on earth. For you have died and your life is hidden with Christ in God.”
Christmas time. For me, the season of Christmas is one of my favorite times of year. I love the hustle and bustle of Christmas. I love the sights and smells. I love Christmas cookies and carols. I love having all my family around me at Christmas.
I always look forward to the day we decorate our house for Christmas. This year, full of anticipation and armed with thoughts of all the changes I wanted to make in the house to really welcome the Christmas spirit, I pounced on decorating. We hung the lights, we bought the tree, we unpacked all of our favorite ornaments. Our home was full of Christmas music and we were in the Christmas tree zone, when I came across the three wise men from my nativity. I was so excited. Setting up the nativity is my favorite part of decorating for Christmas. I quickly starting rummaging through the other boxes looking for the rest of the pieces, but I couldn’t find them anywhere. I searched the boxes of ornaments…my husband searched the garage looking for a box we must have missed…my children searched under the tree and in the light boxes, but no baby Jesus, no shepherds, no nativity to be found.
I was devastated. I loved that nativity. I locked myself in the bathroom and cried big fat ugly tears over my lost nativity. What felt like an eternity later (but was likely only a few minutes), my husband knocked on the door to ask me to check one more box. He walked me to the tree and told me to open the box I had just spent the last hour pulling ornaments out of. There in the middle of the Santas and reindeer, and tinsel, was my nativity.
I was as if Jesus was saying “I’ve been here all along, you were just too distracted to see me.” I was floored. Right here in the middle of my Christmas decoration fiasco, God was teaching me a lesson. He was saying, “All this is about ME. Focus on ME.”
And that is what Christmas IS all about. It was such a needed reminder of how easy it is is miss the real Jesus, even when you are focused on celebrating Him. It isn’t the lights or the smells that are Christmas. It is Christ who is Christmas.
Lord, I pray this season, that I keep my eyes firmly upon you and not the things of this earth.