Come and See What God Has Done

Christmas is coming.

Christmas is coming.

The answer is coming.

The striving of the old is gone and the abiding in the new is here.

Four hundred years spanned between the Old Testament and the New Testament. What happened in those 400 years? How weak did hope become? How weary the saints? How left behind Gods chosen people must have felt. They lived in a desolate in between. Ive been there. The desolation of the in between. The space between the asking and the answering. The place between the promise and the proof. The place of wait. Of quiet. Of pain. Of so long gone it stops even hurting.

But. Christmas.

But, Christmas.

And then when it arrived, when He arrived, it didnt look like much of an answer at all. The mighty, the great deliverer, the powerful rescue came quietly, humbly, low and right in the middle of the most pitiful little spot a place where animals find nourishment from an unremarkable-by-society-standards woman without fanfare from the world.

But, Christmas came.

The answer came.

Do not overlook your humble little answer. Do not forsake that twinkling seed of hope. The one deep in your spirit that no matter how on your face, how left behind, how broken, how estranged it seems to twinkle, breathe. Sometimes its the very thing that hurts.

Like that beautiful star in the night sky leading wise men to a baby, to a savior in flesh, to the mighty, holy one completely helpless - do not snuff out your star. They say hope is a dangerous thing. And thats the greatest lie you can accept.

Because Christmas is coming.

And God is not a liar. And whatever star He has placed in the sky of your heart, He will deliver upon. Do not stop following it. Imagine had the wise men stopped following when they realized it led them to a place unmarvelous by the standards of royalty.

Do not let your expectations detour you from the answer. From Him. Let His perfect star lead you into the dark, unloved, overlooked places of this world and find in them His very gift Himself.

Christmas is coming.

It doesnt matter how many idols youve bowed to, how long since youve heard His voice, how dim your star, how desperate the landscape of your soul. He keeps up His end. Even when we dont. Especially when we dont. He didnt come for the pure. He came for the filthy. He came for the broken. He came for the unsaved and the unsavable. For you. For me.

Christmas is coming.

And it will leave you forever changed.

Like the wise men who never returned to Herod. Christmas must forever change your path.