A couple weeks ago, my pal Kristin posted about this book her family was going through for Advent. Being the strange, mentally connected freaks that we are, Victoria and I ordered them (separately) on the same day using our Amazon Prime membership... I'm starting to think we are the same person. 11'4" of the same person.
So, Sol and I have enjoyed reading it together on the nights where I am still awake when he gets home (confession: we're about 5 days behind). So far, what has touched me the most has been thinking about Jesus as a baby.
Having a baby makes me think about so many things differently. When I want to punch the crazy 8th graders in my classroom, I stop and think about Finley being a crazy 8th grader, and I remember that they are somebody's little baby. And most of the time, I don't punch them. (Kidding! I never punch 8th graders. Only 7th graders. Ha! Another kidding! I'm hilarious.)
But seriously, when I think about God sending his Son into this world to save us, it makes me wonder if I could take my only son and send him somewhere foreign, knowing full well how much abuse he would have to endure. I don't think I could do it. It fills me with awe to think of how greatly God loves us and how much he was willing to sacrifice to redeem us. It's a good thing that God is more loving than me.
And now I will leave you with someone else who likes Baby Jesus, as well.
As my friend Rhonda always says, Jesus is the reason for the season. Don't forget it.