It’s Christmas Eve and soft snow is falling. It doesn’t come
much more special than Christmas Eve. I’m
waiting to leave for Midnight Mass with a friend. I am not intimately familiar
with the Catholic traditions, but I am looking forward to candles and music and
the incense – especially the incense.
It was on the eve of Christ’s birth that God Himself was
looking forward to that sweet incense that was Jesus, come to offer His life as
a fragrant sacrifice for us all. The censer was lit at His birth and the smoke
ascended in full at His death and it covered the generations of sinful stench we
had produced in God’s nose.
Christmas Eve – the Eve of the Christ – it is a
one-of-a-kind moment of waiting for a one-of-a-kind act of love: God with Us,
among us, come to be known by us and to rescue us.
On this Christmas Eve, may you find that Immanuel awaits you
at the dawn of a new day and may you catch His scent on your own life.
Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children; and walk
in love, just as Christ also loved you and gave Himself up for us, an offering
and a sacrifice to God as a fragrant aroma.
(Ephesians 5:1, NASB)
Ambushed by Immanuel-God-With-Us,
Kimberly
Playing leap frog from Ann to ShotGun to here. Glad I made the trip. We are again on the Eve of Christ. Any day now. This blog smells good. Hope there is more to come.
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