So, apparently my dreams of a white Christmas will have to come true in my dreams. The forecast doesn’t look promising in the least.
Try a week of mid-60s to lower 70’s with rain forecasted for every day up to Sunday. Yep, Christmas will be green . . . and very wet.
Still, it will be Christmas. There will be gifts and food and candles and food and holiday apparel and food. Did I mention food? There will be food aplenty. The diet starts in 2016.
I’m learning to live out of eucharisteo, out of a mindset of joy and thanksgiving. Instead of focusing on all those rain clouds, I choose to see that when people like you and me couldn’t find a way to get to God, God found a way to get to us. To become one of us. To live and die as one of us.
But not just to live and die, but to live in perfect obedience the life that we could never live and to die as a perfect sacrifice to pay for the sin that we could never begin to work off.
That alone is enough for a million lifetimes’ worth of gratitude. That should be enough for me.
Advent is a season not only of awaiting and anticipating the arrival of the Emmanuel, bu also of remembering why He came in the first place. Advent stirs up gratitude and thanksgiving in the hearts of those who know where to look and what to look for.
So I’ll probably get my White Christmas courtesy of Bing Crosby, Danny Kaye, Rosemary Clooney, and Vera-Ellen. It’s still my favorite Christmas movie and it never fails to deliver the feels.
Then again, maybe the best kind of white Christmas is this one:
“Come on now, let’s walk and talk; let’s work this out.
Your wrongdoings are blood red
But they can turn as white as snow.
Your sins are red like crimson,
But they can be made clean again like new wool” (Isaiah 1:18, The Voice).