It's about 8:00 pm as I write tonight's post. Our cousins are here to celebrate Christmas with us. I'm taking a little time away from the group to get this posted in a timely manner.
It's been a nice, quiet Christmas this year. We grilled carne asada for dinner, so much that nine people could barely finish a quarter of it. Lots of leftovers for the next couple of days. As someone who doesn't care for leftovers, that means it'll justmean lunch for me tomorrow and that's all.
As I sit here, I just realized that we didn't do something we usually on Christmas Day. Typically, we will gather as a family and read the Christmas account from the Gospels. The last few years, one thing we've done differently is that we now open our gifts on Christmas night rather than the morning. I think that, as a result, the Gospel reading has unintentionally fallen by the wayside. I don't want that to stop. Christmas has become secular enough.
Even as believers, we need to be reminded of the importance of Christ's birth; God Himself becoming a man and dwelling among us. Hebrews tells us that Christ is our sympathetic high priest who understands our temptations, having been tempted Himself in every way (Hebrews 4:15), and that He is able to help those who are tempted (2:18).
I'm sitting here, thinking about those verses, and thinking about how much I needed to be reminded of these things. God knows and understands our struggles, because in the person of Jesus Christ, He did not even withdraw those troubles from Himself, though without sin. There's such a prevailing idea that God doesn't know or doesn't care about the problems of the world. Scripture makes it clear He does know and He does care.
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