All around me the world tumbles out of control. The message of Christmas has become do, do, do, buy, buy, buy and I wonder why I feel so disconnected. I’m just as disgusted with the cry to put Jesus back in the season as the reason when I’m not sure He ever had a place in that man-made-Macy’s Manger.
We are so apt to look for God in the sensational and forget He tends to live in the still, quiet moments in a world called understatement. I am not unhappy yet those who read these words will be tempted to label me this way. A better label, if one must be chosen might be dissatisfied.
As I look around, trying to find Christ, I see only make believe in what could be called a Disney Christmas Production. Some of the traditions that go along with the holiday are still so much fun. There’s nothing like a tree in the house this time of year. But as our world struggles to find meaning I’m afraid the Jesus we offer is no more than a character in a great play that’s message get’s lost in the hype and drama that has little to do with God.
God is found in a still, small voice. God is discovered in faith. God is found in the unseen and rarely arrives in a fanfare fit cover with a local news live shot at five. For those looking for Jesus in the season I’m afraid He’s really not the reason.
