I’ve gotten into a really bad habit lately.
More days than not, I find myself reaching for my phone to check social media, email, or the Internet before I’m even out of bed. And it seems like without fail there’s something there to upset me. Depressing–often downright frightening–news, snarky posts on social media, so many opinions that folks are “just putting it out there.” Rather than getting me fired up with my own opinions, most of it just makes me sad.
Deep, heartfelt sadness.
That happened this morning, and it nearly short-circuited this post, nearly sent my mind spinning in a completely different direction. And that would have been a shame. You see, I’d planned to write and tell you about the Silent Communion service we had last night as part of our church’s Christmas celebration. I wanted to tell you how the beautiful strains of music celebrating the Promised Messiah danced amid the glowing lights on the Christmas trees, how these wonderful handmade banners told the stories of the Shepherds and the Wise Men, and how, as the music washed over me, my mind was filled with a simple message:
“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. Not as the world gives it, do I give to you. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.“
Sometimes it seems that we rush and rush and look everywhere for answers and the still, small voice of the Promised One is drowned out by the noise of our world. This Christmas, what if we focused instead on the words of the one Isaiah 9:6 tell us is the “Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” What if we didn’t only listen to Him and for Him at Christmas? What if it became our daily habit, something we turned to even before those smart phones we like so much?
I often find myself mindlessly singing “We need a little Christmas,” but this year, I truly need a little peace. Anyone else?