Christmas takes my breath away because it removes the stale air of predictable behavior and infuses the pure oxygen of the beauty of life.
It took a baby in a manger to address my childishness–because I am guilty of making the unimportant valuable, as I set aside the truly significant parts of life, praying in my soul that one day I will be able to give them their due.
Yes, Jesus said there are “weightier matters” in life–things with girth, depth and breadth, which need to be addressed before all others, but are often ignored in favor of the pursuit of solvency.
It’s absolutely ridiculous.
The difference between religion and faith is that religion is satisfied to perform a service, and faith requires our full mustard-seed.
The weightier matters:
Mercy is not a lip-service devotion, but a proving ground, where those things that make us uncomfortable are forgiven so that we might retain human souls within the borders of the Earth.
Escaping our family, clan, kin and even our country to catch a world-wide vision of equality within our race.
It is more than telling the truth and escaping the lie, but rather, making sure that the truth endures so that the lies don’t have a chance to gain root.
There is no season like Christmas.
There is no time during the year when “good will toward men” is considered a plausible possibility. There is no other occasion when redemption is viewed as a message rather than a human sacrifice.
The good news is that God weighs matters and gives them importance.
The better news is, if we place our concerns on the scale, we will know what value to give to each and every offering.
Published by Jonathan Cring