It reminds me of how Jesus came into this world. Not into a clean and sterile birthing room...not into a beautiful, luxurious bedroom...into a dirty stable with the messiness of animals and dust and straw and probably some dung too. His entering presence didn't require the perfect place...just an available space.
I looked around my home this morning and saw the chaos and brokenness. Dishes and stains and dust and toys and a dead Christmas tree...nothing is shiny, nothing is cute...all looks dull and dreary and done. I thought, "Really? This is what this home will be like come Christmas?"
Yet immediately I was comforted by the gift of His Presence...that He delights to enter these kinds of homes, these kinds of relationships, these kinds of sicknesses. Brokenness is His business. He binds the brokenhearted, sets free prisoners, heals the sick, shines light into darkness, restores the years the locusts have eaten...He just asks me to be willing...to be available to Him.
And what better way to be available to Him than when I am still right now...no frantic rushing, no more baking, no more crafting, no more cooking...nothing. All I have to give is me and all He wants to give is Him.
So we give each other ourselves....PRESENCE. All the money spent on the presents can't touch the beauty of Real Presence. May this be our Advent Reality this year.