This post is part of Five Minute Fridays, a linkup over on Kate Motaung’s blog. It’s a flash mob of writers from all over that write on the same word for 5 minutes once a week with no editing. Then we all link back over at Kate’s, and we read each others work.
This week’s word is season.
It’s the season of giving, the season of life and light. It’s a new season of life.
I love Christmas. I love the joy and wonder on a child’s face. I love the red and green and the silver and gold.
I love the Christmas carols, and the twinkiling lights. I love the way everyone seems to be just a bit happier and just a bit more caring.
And while some people focus on the presents and the joy of Santa Claus, I want to make sure that I remember the reason for the season.
Did you know that it is entirely possible… even probable that Jesus was actually born in the springtime and not in the winter?
But he came. He was born to a young teenage mother, in what amounts to a stable. He didn’t have a crib, he had a feedbox.
And you know why? Because he loved us.
Who, being in very nature[a] God,
did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage;
rather, he made himself nothing
by taking the very nature[b] of a servant,
being made in human likeness.
And being found in appearance as a man,
he humbled himself
by becoming obedient to death—
even death on a cross!
Philippians 2:6-8 (NIV)
The reason for the season is a baby.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.