{"id":3253,"date":"2021-12-03T14:48:55","date_gmt":"2021-12-03T22:48:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gracecommunitympk.org\/?p=3253"},"modified":"2021-12-04T14:51:57","modified_gmt":"2021-12-04T22:51:57","slug":"the-strains-of-christmas-advent-devotional-december-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gracecommunitympk.org\/ch\/devotionals\/the-strains-of-christmas-advent-devotional-december-3\/","title":{"rendered":"The Strains of Christmas – Advent Devotional – December 3"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Strains of Christmas<\/strong>
\nby John UpChurch<\/p>\n

But when the time had fully come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under law, to redeem those under law, that we might receive the full rights of sons. (<\/em>Galatians 4:4-5<\/a>)<\/em><\/p>\n

Christmas at my house meant preparing for the worst. The worst didn\u2019t always come, but you couldn\u2019t be too careful.<\/p>\n

You see, the thing about holidays is that people tend to be together, pushed into the same room by tradition and baked turkey. My family spent most of the year avoiding such things, as we hurried off to school or work, buried ourselves in music and books, and generally enjoyed the comfort of a closed door.<\/p>\n

We could usually navigate the raging Scylla and Charybdis of Thanksgiving because it only meant a day together before we scattered again. But while we chewed stuffing, my father would chew on his disappointment over his life and his family. My older brothers would try not to notice. The tryptophan made us all too sleepy for much more\u2014at least, that\u2019s what I like to think.<\/p>\n

But then Christmas came lumbering into the UpChurch household with all its vacation days. We had too much time off, and too many unspoken issues. We were like a pot of boiling potatoes with the water sloshing out on the stove. There\u2019d be some sizzling over a lack of job, a splash or two over how much something cost, and then boom\u2026 the lid blew off.<\/p>\n

An hour and two new holes in the wall later, we surveyed the wreckage of the yuletide cheer. My brothers would fume back into the basement, my father would escape to his computer, and my mom would try to figure out what to do. Usually, the anger just sunk back into the pot for another year.<\/p>\n

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When I moved out of my house, it took years for Christmas to reclaim its festive atmosphere. Even when the war ended, the shellshock didn\u2019t. There were too many things unsaid, too many things not dealt with. The embers of home-fought battles wouldn\u2019t die down.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Then, Christ.<\/p>\n

Describing salvation couldn\u2019t be better summed up than in those two words set apart in their own paragraph: then, Christ. There was no choir of angels singing (audibly to me, at least) or a special star shining light down on my apartment, but it was a moment that clearly separates time into two epochs. That separation is for both BC\/AD and OJ\/NJ\u2014Old John and New John.<\/p>\n

As this New John, though, I noticed something that might as well have been as miraculous as angels breaking out the tunes over my head. When Christmas came, the dread didn\u2019t. I\u2019d plucked the\u00a0Christ<\/em>\u00a0off\u00a0Christmas<\/em>, and the mass didn\u2019t seem so heavy. In fact, I even looked forward to it.<\/p>\n

No, the tension didn\u2019t suddenly melt away. The tempers weren\u2019t all snuffed out. There were still moments that stretched tightly across our gatherings. But I now knew something just slightly flip-the-world-upside-down, mind-blowingly awesome: A baby, born poor and away from home, had taken the worst this world had to offer. A king wanted Him dead, and His country had no place for Him. But still He came\u2026 for me.<\/p>\n

For you.<\/p>\n

Intersecting\u00a0\u4fe1<\/a>\u00a0and Life:\u00a0<\/strong>Christmas has no shortage of strains. It\u2019s a holiday that seems perfectly designed for stress\u2014at least, in the way we Westerners celebrate. Family tension has a way of bubbling up with the egg nog, and old arguments never seem to die.<\/p>\n

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But my prayer<\/a>\u00a0is that you aren\u2019t afraid to face the day, and not just face it, but be filled with the mystery of it all. Here is a day to remember our God adding humanity to deity and giving up the sweet spot in heaven to plop Himself into our world. He came because He didn\u2019t hold our sin against us; He wanted to hold it for us.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

And when you keep that perspective, family arguments and stress suddenly seem trivial amid the menagerie of hams and yams and red velvet cakes.<\/p>\n

Further Reading:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Christmas Bible Reading Plan<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Source: Crosswalk Devotionals\u00a0<\/span>Published on 2021-12-03<\/span><\/a><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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