It’s 10:45 pm on Christmas Eve and I’ve just sat down to put some thoughts together. On my preparation day, I mapped out the Christmas Shorts for this season and worked out when I would write them. I usually give myself a couple of days to mull over each blog, rereading and editing it repeatedly. I know this might surprise some of you when you see the missing words and dodgy grammar!
This blog is different.
I have the time it will take for Lyndon to build a Disney Castle and then I’m on Father Christmas duty, so I better get cracking!
I purposefully gave myself a small slot on Christmas Eve to take time out and focus on my favourite carol, “O Come All Ye Faithful”.
Yea, Lord, we greet thee
Born this happy morning;
Jesus, to thee be glory given,
Word of the Father,
Now in flesh appearing
O come let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
I’ve been a Christian for as long as I can remember. Although I started attending church at just a few weeks old, I’ve never felt brainwashed or forced to believe the things I have been taught. There are many others who have had the same upbringing as me who have decided that this life isn’t for them, but I’ve never really had a time where I haven’t believed. I’ve had many moments where I have not lived up to the life God would want for me, but even in those times, I’ve always believed that God was in the middle of it all, gently putting me back on track. I’m not convinced that my faith derives from a need for an emotional crutch either, and I’m pretty sure I’m past the stage of requiring an imaginary friend, but I do understand how Christianity looks sometimes. I get that it seems a little make-believe, that it can’t all be neatly explained and that many of us who profess to be Christians are hardly doing the best PR job.
I’m sure there are many out there who can give you much more detailed Biblical and historical arguments to support the Christian faith than I can. They’ll be able to tackle weighty theological questions of like, “Why is there suffering?” “Why is there evil?”
I can have a go…but the reality is that there are still many aspects of my faith that I struggle with and can’t explain. Despite all this, I am still drawn to come and adore Him.
I will come and adore Him on days when His presence is so tangible that it feels like He's sitting right beside me.
I will come and adore Him when I look at the news and I can’t understand what He’s playing at.
I will come and adore Him when my intellect is questioned for believing in fairytales.
I will come and adore Him when I'm worried that you might think I believe in fairytales.
I will come and adore Him when I am assigned viewpoints that I strongly disagree with.
I will come and adore Him when I see people who profess to follow Him peddling words of hate.
I will come and adore Him, not just on Christmas Day, but every day I have left.
I can’t give you neat answers and concrete proof. I just know that something deep within me calls me to adore Him. I know that, despite how it might seem at the moment, this child was born to bring love not hate, peace not conflict and for that reason, I will continue to come and adore.
For a child has been born—for us!
the gift of a son—for us!
He’ll take over
the running of the world.
His names will be: Amazing Counsellor,
Prince of Wholeness.