Looking at the stack of sweaters, I found one that I thought was beautiful, a really nice gift for Linda. Then I saw the bottom of the sweater and it was edged with a pink thread. No, not a pink binding – yuck. Then I saw the white one, and the binding was a soft brown, not bad, in fact kind of pretty. I put it back, and then picked it up again, then put it back. . . . . My shopping companion, who was becoming impatient, said, “Don’t you like it?” I responded with, “Yes, but you know what really bad taste I have.” With the knowledge she could always return it, I marched off to check out. The size looked wrong, the color may not be right, she might already have one. . . Christmas shopping should not be this stressful; and please stop playing “all I want for Christmas is you!!” I think I need Eggnog.
In part, I think this is what the scripture is about. Afraid to be wrong, stressed out by all of the noise and pressures of the season not to mention daily life; missing the message of the birth of Jesus happens all to often. Having a few angels show up to get our attention, and proclaim God’s gift to us, might be a really good thing. But then I’d be afraid I didn’t have time to make the trip to see or experience God’s gift. Afraid of . . . . Fear keeps us from hearing God’s good news in Jesus Christ, keeps us from moving from the everyday to the joy and promise of love. “And the angels said, I bring you good news of great joy. Don’t be afraid to receive God’s gift.” He has really good taste!
Merry Christmas and Blessings,