On this beautiful snow-less Christmas Eve, I’d like to take a moment to slow down and honor the birth of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ and talk about the Christmas Event.
As some of you know, I attend River Valley Church in Savage, Minnesota (soon to be Shakopee when the new building is ready this spring). We’ve spent the last few Sundays working through a great series entitled “Star of Wonder.” Our pastor recalled a childhood memory of looking at the stars and finding the Big Dipper for the first time. The message was to take the time to look up, enjoy part of our world we rarely get to see, and actually be amazed. The point being, while we all know the Christmas Story, do we know about the miracles that actually made this the Christmas Event?
This past summer, the family and I spent a week in Lanesboro “camping.” We’re not campers and sleeping in my parents’ air conditioned RV, swimming in a suspiciously warm and terribly murky pool, and starting campfires with a half a jug of lighter fluid is as close as we get to roughing it. But it gave us the chance to see the stars. At home, the city lights and the glorious spot lights from a certain nearby casino make it tough to see them in all their wonder. But we got to see them. Thousands of them. We all know about the Christmas Story, and the star of Bethlehem, and the Wise Men who followed it. What gets forgotten sometimes is that with thousands of stars to choose from, how did the Wise Men know which star to choose? To put that in perspective, my kids, God bless them, can’t find anything. And I mean, a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g. Like shoes. They can never find their shoes. Ever. I’m betting the Wise Mens’ children could find THEIR shoes. They also won’t wear coats even though it’s freeing out, but that’s not really a “finding” related thing but more of a “what’s wrong with you” thing. Deep breath.
The Wise Men somehow managed to find the most important star ever. The one that led to Christ. Just imagine that. Thousands of stars and they found the right one. Sure it was probably the brightest star in the sky and sure there were probably a lot of really
boring interesting star astrophysical things phenomena happening, but they didn’t have telescopes or Google Maps. They just had thousands of stars and a miracle. And I guess that’s the point. Maybe they didn’t find the right star at all. Maybe they took the time to enjoy the stars in all their wonder and the right star found them and led them to the Savior. The wisest thing they may have done in their lifetimes was to just enjoy the stars for one night instead of studying them and worrying about them and to let themselves be led hundreds of miles by just one of those stars. What a miracle!
We at Wild Ruffle want to wish you a very Merry Christmas, but we also want you to experience the miracle of the Christmas Event by taking just a moment to look up and enjoy the stars. Maybe you’ll get the chance to enjoy THE star in all it’s wonder.
When they saw the star, they rejoiced exceedingly with great JOY. Matthew 2:10
Merry Christmas Eve!
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