I hate running. I hate it with a passion. It's not just because I'm getting old and fat either. I've always hated it. I will walk all day if I have to; I enjoy walking, but please oh please don't make me run.
When we as Christians claim to be enough on our own, we rob God of His glory. We are in danger of making ourselves into idols.
I used to think I was crazy. Not walked into a room and forgot what you came for crazy. Not “Where are my keys? Oh, they’re in my hand,” crazy. I mean certifiably insane. Like belongs-in-an-institution insane.
The unbelieving world doesn't know why we celebrate. They don't understand the significance of Christ's birth. To them, Christmas is just another reason to throw a party. Maybe instead of insisting that the world celebrate the birth of someone they don't know, we should introduce them to the Man called Jesus. Instead of criticizing them for saying happy holidays, why don't we simply show them who Christ is.
Notice the title of the post did NOT say, "How I got my kids to sleep in on Christmas morning. It also did NOT say, "How I sleep till noon on Christmas morning." But, I did manage to get a few extra winks compared to other Christmas mornings.
As Christians, though, we're not only supposed to be thankful when things are going our way. It's not just the good things that God calls us to be thankful for. We're to be thankful for everything.
One taste and my heart sunk. The texture was off, and it tasted like somebody had left apple juice out on the way too long. I was so disappointed with it I wanted to chuck the whole thing in the trash, slow cooker and all. I walked away and left it sitting on the kitchen counter planning never to have anything to do with it again.
As I made a note to myself to pray for two families in need, it didn't feel like enough. I felt like I should do more, like I should do something. And praying didn't feel like doing anything. In that moment saying a prayer felt like a cop-out.
My own armor does nothing for me except make provision for my flesh. We can't be affective soldiers if we are wearing faulty armor. The armor we wear must be the best. It must be God's armor. He provides for us everything we need. But we have to be willing to give up our own armor first.
Can I just talk to you for a while? Will you allow me to paint pictures in your mind before they fade out of mine? Can I share with you the thoughts swirling in my head that I don't quite know how to put into words?