by Cindy Bleuler Tucker
Its that special time of year again- the magical lights and decorations, the well-loved songs and carols sung, family celebrations, parties, and candlelight services. Christians around the world remember the timeless story of God becoming a little baby in a manger. But this is not what Christmas means to me. It is not just a day or a season.
Christmas is knowing that Emmanuel is not just with us, He is in us and His very Spirit lives in those who ask to be a part of His great adventure. The adventure of reconciling a fallen world and making all things new.
It is waking up every morning in anticipation of new mercies and glimpses of God’s grace. It is seeing God at work in a thousand little and big ways each day. It is God’s sovereignty in every encounter. It is He who can take even our worst mistake and produce some good out of it. In the midst of our greatest trials, he gives us supernatural peace and joy. This is the true reason to celebrate, not just at Christmas time, but every day.
We see God’s glory on a vibrant October day and a blossoming May morning. We worship His majesty as we gaze up at the stars on a clear June night. He brightens the dreariest February day and calms the fiercest March storm. He warms our hearts in the coldest January blizzard and gives us relief on the hottest August afternoon.
What does Christmas mean to me? That because Jesus came to earth and fills our hearts, we can celebrate every day.