A little Max

I wanted to share this Max Lucado devotional that was in my inbox yesterday.
It speaks volumes to me about the Christmas season and how we regard it.
How we should regard every month, every day as Christmas.
It also reminds me of when tragedy hits us, both personally or as a Nation, we (usually in desperation) turn to God for help!
 I think back to that sickening day in 2001 when so many people lost their lives and loved ones when the US was attacked.  Do you remember?
Remember how our leaders prayed?  *GASP* yes, prayed!
Some of those same leaders who agreed it best to take prayer out of schools, wanted to take "In God We Trust" off of our currency, on and on, you get the point.
Amazing how when something is out of our control, we give up and turn to Him.
If we would just look to God every day, regardless of our circumstances: good or bad, and thank Him for our blessings and ask Him to do His will in our lives, OMG!!!! What a better place we would all be in!

Anyway, off my soapbox. I realize this is a little late with it being two weeks since Christmas, but I'm in hopes that if you are reading this you will understand why it touched me this morning.
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Do You See Him?
by Max Lucado

IT'S CHRISTMAS NIGHT. THE HOUSE IS QUIET. Even the crackle is gone from the fireplace. The last of the carolers appeared on the ten o'clock news. The last of the apple pie was eaten by my brother-in-law. And the last of the Christmas albums have been stored away having dutifully performed their annual rendition of chestnuts, white Christmases, and red-nosed reindeers.
It's Christmas night.
The midnight hour has chimed and I should be asleep, but I'm awake. I'm kept awake by one stunning thought. The world was different this week. It was temporarily transformed.
The magical dust of Christmas glittered on the cheeks of humanity ever so briefly, reminding us of what is worth having and what we were intended to be. We forgot our compulsion with winning, wooing, and warring. We put away our ladders and ledgers, we hung up our stopwatches and weapons. We stepped off our race tracks and roller coasters and looked outward toward the star of Bethlehem.
It's the season to be jolly because, more than at any other time, we think of him. More than in any other season, his name is on our lips.
And the result?
For a few precious hours, he is beheld. Christ the Lord. Those who pass the year without seeing him, suddenly see him. People who have been accustomed to using his name in vain, pause to use it in praise. Eyes, now free of the blinders of self, marvel at his majesty.
All of a sudden he's everywhere.
In the grin of the policeman as he drives the paddy wagon full of presents to the orphanage.
In the twinkle in the eyes of the Taiwanese waiter as he tells of his upcoming Christmas trip to see his children.
In the emotion of the father who is too thankful to finish the dinner table prayer.
He's in the tears of the mother as she welcomes home her son from overseas.
He's in the heart of the man who spent Christmas morning on skid row giving away cold baloney sandwiches and warm wishes.
And he's in the solemn silence of the crowd of shopping mall shoppers as the elementary school chorus sings "Away in a Manger."
Emmanuel. He is with us. God came near.
It's Christmas night. In a few hours the cleanup will begin—lights will come down, trees will be thrown out. Size 36 will be exchanged for size 40, eggnog will be on sale for half price. Soon life will be normal again. December's generosity will become January's payments and the magic will begin to fade.
But for the moment, the magic is still in the air. Maybe that's why I'm still awake. I want to savor the spirit just a bit more. I want to pray that those who beheld him today will look for him next August. And I can't help but linger on one fanciful thought: If he can do so much with such timid prayers lamely offered in December, how much more could he do if we thought of him every day?

Happy Saturday!


ncwdust said...

Very nice Kim, thanks for sharing.

deana said...

Powerful... thanks for that. :-)