I think there’s a reason holidays are stressful.
Why each day is filled with a range of emotions: in between the joyous moments of making cookies and opening presents are the stress-filled ones of braving the malls and planning family gatherings.
It can be draining, emotionally and physically. The people you love most can grow short with one another, days are spent on your feet, and the dollars spent can stress people out.
But I’m glad that come Christmas, I’m feeling so weak.
If I didn’t feel weak, didn’t feel the weight of my inadequacy, the baby in the manger would hold no weight in my life.
I would listen to Advent sermons, sing Christmas songs, hold a Christmas candle, and not be gripped with the realization of my need for a Savior to come into my mess. My heart wouldn’t fill with such joy as I ponder my God’s love for me.
Our Savior came straight into the mess of the world in the most humbled form.
Today, in our messy worlds, we get to look to the manger and the cross and be brought humbling to our knees before our Savior.
Christmas is a loaded package, full of different gifts, lessons, moments, and struggles.
But this Christmas, I am feeling my inadequacy, yet looking to the adequacy of my Savior.
To quote Tim Keller, "The Gospel is this: we are more sinful and flawed in ourselves than we ever dared to believe, yet at the very same time, we are more loved and accepted in Christ than we ever dared to hope."