I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas yesterday. We had a great time hanging with Amanda’s family:
We cried. Baby gifts are emotional.
We ate too much.
We got a lot of wonderful presents. Amanda even got a Twinmobile.
We watched home videos. They made me feel old. The 1990s were a long time ago.
We ate some more.
Despite all those awesome moments, I always have a tough time with Christmas. I think about the mistakes I made over the past year, the dumb things I did, and my own selfishness. Those memories and images are in stark contrast to the story of Jesus. He was born amid great fanfare and cow poop, but He later selflessly made the ultimate sacrifice so that a severed relationship between God and His second-favorite creation (after Chihuahuas) could be restored. On Christmas, I repeatedly think that I am unworthy of such a gift and that I’ve screwed up way too many times for such incredible grace.
But then I remember that is exactly why Jesus came.