Connecting Through Word | December 17, 2014

“..they bowed down and worshiped him.” Matthew 2:11

They call Christmas the “most wonderful time of year”, though most of us would call it the “busiest time of year”. With everything going on, we are often left drained and wishing someone would save us from all the mess. Save us from the crazy schedules, the long list of things to do and buy, the grumpy shoppers, the icy roads, the irritating family members, and the stress of it all. Thankfully, the one who came to save the world all those years ago is still the one who can save us now.

Thousands of years ago, scriptures mentioned the Messiah would come and save the world. Men and women of God waited and watched for Him to come. In the book of Matthew, we read that wise men from the eastern lands saw a star in the sky, a sign that the Messiah was born.

It not only was a sign, but it was a guide. They followed the star until it stopped in Bethlehem over the place where the Messiah was. Looking for a newborn King, they entered through the door where they saw baby Jesus with his mother, Mary.

What happed next grabs my attention. They didn’t just pop their heads in, see that they found the Messiah, congratulate Mary and Joseph on their new bundle of joy and then go on about their wise men business down the road. No, instead in Matthew 2:11 it says,

“..they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasure chests and gave him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.”

What gets me is that as busy as we would think wise men would be, they stopped and worshiped Jesus, offering Him their time and treasure. They traveled a very long way just to worship the Messiah and give Him gifts. Wow, look at us in stark contrast, thousands of years later.

This time of year we are running around looking more stressed than wise as we take part in the world wide celebration of Jesus’ birthday. We love to go look at all the twinkling and sparkly party decorations in and on everyone’s houses. We are singing along to all of His birthday songs on the radio too. (It just wouldn’t be His birthday without those, right? They are a favorite of mine, too!) The problem is we are so busy with the party and all the people there that we forget about spending any time with the birthday boy Himself.

This Christmas, what if we tried to be a little bit more Wiseman-like? Let’s stop, bow down to worship the birthday boy and give Him the offering of our time. He is so worthy of our worship. After all, He grew to be the man who would give His life as ransom for our lives and pay the price for sin: my sins, your sins, all of our sins on the cross. So that one day, we could live with Him for all of eternity. If only we believe He is the Messiah, the Savior, just as the wise men believed.

One of my favorite songs that tells the story of the wise men and reminds me to stop stressing and start worshiping is “Christmas Offering”. After five minutes of losing myself in the song, I am reminded to refocus and put my eyes on Jesus and His plan for my day.

Often times that means letting my plan go, which translates into crossing some things off of my list. This Saturday, my daughter, Kaitlyn, and I went furniture shopping early in the afternoon, and then I was going to get home and work on few projects I still wanted to do before Christmas. Partway through shopping, I looked at the clock and realized if we didn’t leave town right then, I wouldn’t have time to get everything done.

I felt a gentle tug at my heart reminding me to treasure these moments with her and create memories that make this season “the most wonderful time of the year”. So, instead of rushing my daughter through the stores so I could get back to work on my project, I mentally crossed it off my list, let it go, and lived in the moment with her.

I lingered in the kid’s section of the stores with her. I sat in the goofy funnel shaped chairs next to her, and we laughed at how silly and impractical they were. I watched as she continued to sit on every piece of strange furniture there was. She helped me recall what it was like to be so young and free of schedules and to truly take in all the fun, new discoveries because time was irrelevant.

I thoroughly enjoyed shopping with Kaitlyn that day and I was reminded that children are a gift from God and taking time to nurture my relationship with my daughter is important to Him; even another act of worship to Him. That’s what the Christmas season is really all about, treasuring the gifts God has given and taking time to worship Him for them. I’m grateful for the new treasured memories my daughter and I made together this weekend. I’m thankful for the Savior, who even for a moment, saved me from the busyness of this world.

I pray you will find moments this Christmas season to be like the wise men and stop to worship Jesus as He tugs on your heart too. Enjoy this video of the song “Christmas Offering” from Casting Crowns, and I pray you will be able to lose yourself in the song, refocus and put your eyes on the plan Jesus has for you today.

Taunya

Connecting Through Word | December 10, 2014

“Mary quietly treasured these things in her heart and often thought about them.” Luke 2:19 NLT

It’s Christmas time, and as I read through Luke 2 again, recalling the birth story of Jesus, my heart is captivated for a moment by something I had never pondered before.

“That night some shepherds were in the fields outside the village, guarding their flocks of sheep. Suddenly an angel appeared among them, and the landscape shone bright with the glory of the Lord. They were badly frightened, but the angel reassured them.

“Don’t be afraid!” he said. “I bring you the most joyful news ever announced, and it is for everyone!The Savior—yes, the Messiah, the Lord—has been born tonight in Bethlehem! How will you recognize him? You will find a baby wrapped in a blanket, lying in a manger!”

Suddenly, the angel was joined by a vast host of others—the armies of heaven—praising God:

“Glory to God in the highest heaven,” they sang, “and peace on earth for all those pleasing him.”

When this great army of angels had returned again to heaven, the shepherds said to each other, “Come on! Let’s go to Bethlehem! Let’s see this wonderful thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”

They ran to the village and found their way to Mary and Joseph. And there was the baby, lying in the manger. The shepherds told everyone what had happened and what the angel had said to them about this child. All who heard the shepherds’ story expressed astonishment,but Mary quietly treasured these things in her heart and often thought about them.

Then the shepherds went back again to their fields and flocks, praising God for the visit of the angels, and because they had seen the child, just as the angel had told them.” (Luke 2:8-20 NLT)

My eyes linger at the line, “Mary quietly treasured these things in her heart and often thought about them.”

Sweet memories rush to the front of my mind and my heart swells. As a mom myself, I can just imagine all she was treasuring and thinking about, because I’ve known some of those feelings in my heart as well.

When Mary held her baby close the night the shepherds came, she knew she was holding something special. What a privilege it was to gaze upon the face of Jesus; everyone around her knew it and said so as well. It’s what she treasured in her heart and thought of.

I’ve known the feeling of holding a newborn baby in my arms. I’ve gazed for hours at the face of my little one, as if time meant nothing. Tiny toes and fingers I’ve counted amazed that each precious one was formed within my own body. I’ve been humbled by the honor of being called mother to such a precious life. Then, as the word spread of my own child’s birth, there were people who traveled many miles to see my newborn. I’ve been proud to show them the blessing God had given, and I’ve heard the buzz of voices around me in admiration of such a miracle and words of hope for the future.

I, too, like Mary, have treasured these things in my heart, and I think of them often. It’s been many years since I have given birth to my children, but each moment and each word of admiration thereafter has become a precious treasure, tucked away in my heart.

Moms, unlike Mary, we did not birth the Messiah born to save the world from sin, but that does not mean our children are not special. Like Jesus, each of our children was born to serve a purpose from God. Our job is to be like Mary and humbly seek God for His guidance as we, in turn, guide our children to fulfill their purpose. We will see our children struggle with the imperfection in this world, but there will also be many moments we can treasure in our hearts and think of often.

The Busiest Time of the Year

Taunya

Treasured Things

Taunya