Four and six may be a little young to help cut and then ice Christmas cookies, but it sure was fun. The boys did a fine job for their ages, of course there was cookie dough hanging on the backs of the chairs and icing on the ceiling, but outside of that , the cookies were perfect. The stars were a little lopsided and the rain deer hooves were not all accounted for, but outside of that, they were perfect. With pride and joy, we plated the cookies to deliver to the neighbors. Mrs. Perfection lives a couple of doors down from us, and answered the door and smiled at the boys. They presented their gift, what they had made, iced and wrapped all by themselves, all most. The pride and joy of their present could not be lost on anyone, even Mrs. Perfection. She looked at the muddle of icing and almost recognizable cookies shapes and said, “You made these yourselves, didn’t you.” Smiling from ear to ear, “yes, we did. Aren’t they great!!” With tears in her eyes she said, “I wish I had let my kids help, but. . . .” “Merry Christmas, enjoy the cookies,” they called to her. Off to the next house, and the day was filled with pride and joy.
In part, this is what this scripture is about. God sent His son into the world, not into perfection, but into the muddle and brokenness of our lives. We are given the opportunity to celebrate who we actually are, not being perfect, but being love. A gift of love, God’s pride and joy.
Blessings and Merry Christmas,