“And she brought forth her firstborn son,
and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger;
because there was no room for them in the inn.”
As I enjoy a week with family in Cabo del Sol, I am reminded that the birth of Jesus transcends language, culture, and generations. The lights of hope shine as brightly on the Baja Peninsula as they do throughout the world.
Preparing for our travels this year, I struggled with being away. The music team would have to muddle through without their struggling violin player. The family would have to make do without my must-dos. And that was precisely why I needed to be gone this particular December. Fifteen hundred miles from home, God provided the quiet I needed for a renewed focus on His promise of deliverance. While enjoying the sparkling beauty of His creation, I have had the quiet in which to rejoice in the birth of His Son in Bethlehem.
I will always delight in the traditions that come with our Christmas celebrations, but I also thank God that He is able to separate us from the holiday craziness and bring us to a quiet moment with Him—in a candlelight church service or an evening walk through a small Mexican village.
Merry Christmas! Feliz Navidad!