Last week I reflected on the Christmas Journey and the three parties that made the journey so long ago. Yet I also indicated that every one of us will make a Christmas journey at some point in our lives, and perhaps this year it was your turn. Over the past week I was privileged to hear a few testimonies about journeys in progress.
One of them belonged to a dear confidante of mine (she always has some powerful insights and experiences to share with me, and I’ve referred to some of them on my blog before. If she had a blog, her pen name would be WordWeaver). Her Christmas journey involved getting past herself just enough to see the path to Jesus, yet not so much that she didn’t have anything left to bring Him. Allow me to use her words to explain:
“I am restless in my faith because I look around me and see Christians stuck in ruts of ease. We no longer strive for excellence because it is too hard. We are settling for mediocre and filling ourselves up with emptiness. I feel like I am waiting for permission from others to let my walk with God grow! I know what He wants me to do, but it’s unconventional and risky, so people resent it. When I don’t get a green light from them, I stop – and I stop growing in faith, or get frustrated with God. But I think that’s going to change.
I am not so important that the world revolves around me, but I’m not so insignificant that I can’t make a difference in it. Perhaps I need to accept that I am on a journey to know Jesus in a deeper way. Am I willing to keep my focus on that destination despite the distractions and dangers trying to deter me from it? It is a time for me to remember that God is real and He came for me, His beloved. He sees my journey and will give the strength and courage to make it through…Jesus chose me. I can see Him standing behind me, arms outstretched so that they cover mine. He matches me move for move. I can do nothing without Him. When I am sad, He embraces me; when I stumble, He catches me; when I am assaulted, He defends me. If I abide in Him, my peace is secured. Realizing this is the destination of my Christmas Journey.”
I could not have said it better than that. My dear friend battled the distractions and dangers that sought to block her way to the Manger. She arrived and knelt before the King of Kings, who is Reality. What about you? Are you by the Manger? If not, I pray that you soon will be. The meaning of life begins there.