The boys wanted to do something different this year and I thought to myself, “Well why the heck not?” The first year we moved here I found a Rudolph train to be running around the tree for them on Christmas morning. To my delight they loved the train, and while we were putting up our tree this year, they asked if we could set the train up now. Is there not plenty of delayed gratification here for all of us?
God truly does provide joy for us in the now. I know we don’t always feel it, and I’m not saying if you’re not feeling it then you better figure out some way to find joy. So many times I think joy finds us. He shows up the next morning after a night of feeling sad. He shows up in the Toys ‘R Us train with a home. He shows up in the hungry cats looking for food. I’m certain there’s a Christian world version of fairy dust.
I remember one time my grandma and I were talking on the phone about happy things that had happened in our days. I must have been sounding like this was some strange and random wild sequence of events, for she exclaimed, in what felt like a fountain of joy out of nowhere, “Oh Honey, let’s give God the credit!” My dad scolded me once for the very same thing. “Why do you keep saying that it all “just happened”?
I’m not trying to compare my parenting to God (HA!), but just for a minute, you can think about all the ways God answers prayers, in the “yes” the “no” the silence and “not yet”. But then how many times, when God was creating the world for mankind, did He laugh out loud at the thought of a whale, or a star, and then think to himself,
“Well, why the heck not?”
None of this has yet a thing to do with Jesus.
Jesus, boundless love, I do not wish to leave you out. For what greater gift has there ever been than You? Every whale depicts your greatness, every star declares your glory. You were daily the delight of Your Father, the bitter and sweet piercing sword of Your mother. What joy did you see when You came to the earth? Who’s face did You seek when You carried the cross? In what language did the Bethlehem star hear Your voice?