Christmas.

For some reason, I'm so much warmer when the holidays roll around than I am during the summer.

There's something about Christmas that can melt the hardest heart. I love it so much and I feel like a little girl. But I guess Christmas brings everyone to their knees.
Matthew 2:1-11 (The Message)
After Jesus was born in Bethlehem village, Judah territory— this was during Herod's kingship—a band of scholars arrived in Jerusalem from the East. They asked around, "Where can we find and pay homage to the newborn King of the Jews? We observed a star in the eastern sky that signaled his birth. We're on pilgrimage to worship him."
When word of their inquiry got to Herod, he was terrified—and not Herod alone, but most of Jerusalem as well. Herod lost no time. He gathered all the high priests and religion scholars in the city together and asked, "Where is the Messiah supposed to be born?"
They told him, "Bethlehem, Judah territory. The prophet Micah wrote it plainly:

It's you, Bethlehem, in Judah's land,
no longer bringing up the rear.
From you will come the leader
who will shepherd-rule my people, my Israel."

Herod then arranged a secret meeting with the scholars from the East. Pretending to be as devout as they were, he got them to tell him exactly when the birth-announcement star appeared. Then he told them the prophecy about Bethlehem, and said, "Go find this child. Leave no stone unturned. As soon as you find him, send word and I'll join you at once in your worship."

Instructed by the king, they set off. Then the star appeared again, the same star they had seen in the eastern skies. It led them on until it hovered over the place of the child. They could hardly contain themselves: They were in the right place! They had arrived at the right time!

They entered the house and saw the child in the arms of Mary, his mother. Overcome, they kneeled and worshiped him. Then they opened their luggage and presented gifts: gold, frankincense, myrrh.

This is the time of year when, no matter how mature you are in your faith, no matter how physically, mentally, or emotionally strong you are, you are captivated by Jesus. By His immense, incredible love.
Only if He were the Son of God could a tiny baby in a manger deserve for wise men to bow down at Jesus' manger, and bringing Him the finest fragrances and gifts.
Only the Son of God can pervade the darkness that we all experience, the darkness of loneliness, the darkness of fear, of doubt, and of sin. (John 1:5)
Only the Son of God. Only Jesus.

If you're musical, take time to sing Christmas worship unto Jesus with your family.
If you're not musical, then just pray with your family and thank Jesus for loving us enough to come.

I love Christmas so much, because Christmas is all about Jesus. It's like, of all the things that God has done, even resurrecting Jesus, His birth sticks out to me as the most influential thing to ever happen. To think of all the praise and worship...angels in the sky singing "Glory to God in the highest! Peace on Earth, goodwill to men!"...wise men and shepherds alike coming to worship at His manger. It's so incredible to me.

Thank You, Jesus, for coming. For dying to set us free from darkness. We've all walked in darkness, whether we'll admit it or not, and we need You, only You, to set us free from that darkness.
We love You, Lord.
In Jesus' name.
Amen!