There is no denying that we are in the Christmas season. This time when we celebrate Christ’s birth. Yet I can’t help but think that we are in the same kind of silence that the people of Israel were on the holiest of nights. We are approaching 2,000 years since the last word of Scripture was written.
Are we driven with the angst we should be?
Are we constantly pleading with the Father for the Son’s return?
Are we so stuck in our lives of comfort that it matters not?
Have we gotten to a place where our comfort has lead us to vale God less?
Do we enjoy the gifts under the tree more that God himself?
Do we feel “in the spirit” at Christmas because of a movie?
Do we see our family as a burden or do we feel a burden for them?
Do we see this season’s parties and gatherings as a chance to share the good news, or just a time that we are willing to put up with that weird or annoying relative?
Do we love God more than we do ourselves?