No Room at the Inn

My how time flies! It’s the Christmas season again and in keeping with the times I’m reposting a blog I did over three years ago:

Christmas fills the air. It’s everywhere. And the lights, the music, the holiday rush make it exciting. I’ve already spent hours shopping. Even more hours decorating my house so it will look “magical” when the grandkids come. Next to Easter, this is the most wonderful time of year for a Christian. I feel both joy and excitement as I get ready to participate in the world’s biggest birthday party. Our God, our Savior, our King, our Friend came to earth as our Kinsman Redeemer over 2000 years ago, and millions are preparing to celebrate. I think of them now. They are my brothers and sisters in Christ. But I also think of the many who will go through the motions this season only because it’s “tradition,” and not a matter of the heart. They celebrate because that’s how their parents did it, or because that’s what everyone else does, or because they don’t want their kids to miss out on the presents and fun. Their house will be decorated, too, their shopping done but there will be no room in the inn of their heart for the One who loves them, who gave Himself for them, who longs to whisper in their ear and call them, “friend.”

I pray this season will be filled with good heath and joy and love and family and friends. But most of all I pray that room will be made in the inn of our hearts for the One whose birth we will soon celebrate.

Merry Christmas to all!

Until next time,

Sylvia