Yesterday I heard once of the best Christmas message ever delivered.
The imperfect wedding.
The adopted child.
It dawned on me that Christmas should really come along with a time of reflection, a time of remembering.
It scares me that at the end of the day when all the action dies down and the crowds disperse amidst the joyous celebration, Christ seemed to be sidelined as a reason for another public holiday marked down on our calendars.
Perhaps the 2 very similar gifts are a stern reminder from the Lord. Stop and reflect.
Stop. And reflect.
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