Growing out of our desire for a Santa rather than a Savior doesn’t come easily. We struggle with replacing our longing for “more” with yearning for “Him.”
Winter can be the season of loss, of discouragement, or sometimes the last season of life. Winter can even describe those times when our ministry seems fruitless, or our spiritual life is missing passion.
My granddaughter named this tree my “hoarder” tree. Perhaps this tree represents Christmas for many of us.
But most of us aren’t willing to carry our cross everyday. We don’t understand that it is the cross that shapes us into the kind of person we long to be.
Many people are waking this morning, wondering if they will get another chance.
We know from experience forgiveness is hard to get and hard to give. Our minds tend to recall the painful words that have been said, or the ill treatment we have received.
The last thing we can imagine when we are bullied is that any good can come to our lives as a result. We lose hope when we are bullied. We lose hope when we are poor. We lose hope when we are hungry and when we weep.
There is something comforting about a trail, for it means someone has been there before us, and most likely someone will come behind us.
Christmas is celebrated as part of life in our world. Because of that, we have the same tug and pull of Satan during Christmas that we have throughout the rest of the year.
This election year gave evidence of the lack of hope in our nation. The same can be said around the world. People live from day to day without hope that tomorrow will bring anything good to their lives.
The influence of humility is perhaps more powerful than any other attribute. We notice humble people.