Living the adventure

I wanted to say something. On Christmas Eve, I played an angel with some of my friends in our church’s live nativity. The three of us angels greeted Mary and Joseph when they arrived in Bethlehem, circled around them as with God’s love and protection, and stood in reverent joy celebrating Jesus’ birth.

We saw the shepherds come to worship the tiny king. Then the wise men came and knelt before the manger, placing their crowns on the ground before him. All the while songs about Jesus’ birth, death, and resurrection played in the background. While we stood on stage, the pastor talked about the significance of the birth of Christ, His life, and His death for each of us. He closed our Christmas Eve communion service with this declaration—“Jesus is alive!”

No wonder the angels praised God the night Jesus was born. I bet they couldn’t help it. As I stood on stage, I wanted to sing or to proclaim—“Here He is!!” The angels had been anticipating the moment of Jesus’ birth for centuries.

  By Katy

I still remember how to sing “Mary, Did You Know?”. Oh, I never sang the solo, but for years I sang the choral part and loved it. Dressed in Hebrew costumes, we held lit candles as we made our way through the sanctuary to the stage, and knelt in a semi-circle asking that timeless question—Did you know?

Mary, a godly girl, a willing maidservant, did you know what you held that first Christmas night? Did you know that you held the hope for every soul? The power that would crush all evil? The love that would show us the Father?

Did you know that you held in bodily form the God who parted the Red Sea, stopped the mouths of lions, and rained fire from heaven? Did you know that you cradled the Savior of the world? That you gave birth to the great I AM in human form? According to her song, I think she did (Luke 1:38, 46-55). Did she think of it in those terms? I’m not sure, but I imagine so. Do we?

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It was the worst fog I’d ever been in. A few nights ago, a lazy cloud settled on the earth, making driving nearly impossible. Visibility was fifteen feet at best, and our car’s high beams only revealed more fog. So slowly our family traveled home, with the car staying close to the only visible sign of direction—the road’s solid white line. Even the double yellow line in the middle of the road was engulfed by fog and the glare of oncoming traffic. What kept us sane and moving forward—that security-giving, nerve-calming white line.

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Life With God: A Blog by Katy Kauffman

Editor, Award-Winning Author, Bible Teacher

Katy loves to write about how God works in our lives on a daily basis. Each day with Him is an adventure. As she captures some of those adventure moments here, share what God is teaching you as well.

 

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