The hustle and bustle is over.
Christmas has come and gone.
As we struggle to put the house back in order, find new spots for all our treasures, and somehow fit into the pants that weren't tight a month ago, our feelings can be mixed.
Some are sad to see the time go so fast. Some are relieved that the endless lists are done. Others find themselves disappointed in the whole thing. The gift they wanted so bad wasn't under the tree. The time with family was more stressful than fun. The loneliness of the season was worse this year than in years past. Whatever the case may, wherever you find your emotions it's important to remember what christmas is supposed to be about.
It's not about the gifts under the tree. I know, try telling that to an 8 year old (or me for that matter!). And It's not a surprise that there can be tension with a houseful of people all with different expectations, desires and opinions. But that's not what it's about either. There was just as much sadness, relief and disappointment in Bethlehem over 2000 years ago and there will be next year as well.
The point of Christmas, and every other day of the year is this... we are lost and without that baby born in a stable in the middle of sadness, dismay and disappointment, we will remain lost. He is our hope, yesterday, today and forever. He is our hope on Christmas day and every other day of the year. The magic of Christmas doesn't mean that there won't be sadness, pain and disappointment, but that in spite of these things there is hope. Hope for more than this, hope for a time and place where tears fall no more, harsh words are never spoken, and to-do lists don't exist. That place isn't here, it isn't now, but it is coming and it is coming to those who look for it every day of the year, not just Christmas.