He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. John 1:11 (NIV)
This morning I was reflecting on the Christmas decorating I did the day before in my home. As I am approaching my 60th birthday, decorating for Christmas has become less and less appealing, even though I used to make a big event of it with my husband and girls….Christmas music, hot chocolate, and the whole family helping. Now that the girls are grown, and I am desiring more simplicity and less stress in my life, I don’t put up every little decoration like I used to.
Yesterday I was setting up a simple wooden nativity that was made and gifted to me by a former co-worker. As I was setting it up, I noticed that I could not find the “baby Jesus” figure that fits on top of the manger.
Hmmmm….that reminded me of when our girls were little, how we purposefully did not place the baby Jesus into the manger until Christmas Eve, to emphasize the waiting for the Messiah that the world had known.
And then this verse came to mind;
He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him.
The Jewish people had been waiting for the promised Messiah for hundreds of years. Yet when he finally came, many simply rejected him.
Outwardly, we who call ourselves Christians celebrate this time of year as the birth of Christ. Take some time to consider, as I am doing, how do my Christmas traditions reflect the Christ I am celebrating? Am I one who receives Christ regularly into my daily life? What could it look like for me to receive Christ into my life more fully? Talk with God about what you are noticing.