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I was thinking about this whole thing we call Christmas... and how beautiful it is regardless of the messiness of my faith. The truth is that God came to earth, but not as a king or a ruler as many people expected. He came as a baby, with tiny hands and tiny feet. How could it be that God, the Maker of the universe, was willing to be born in a run-down stable? Why would he want to be subjected to humiliation, as he was when his own people rejected him and labelled him a lunatic?
Perhaps it doesn't have to make sense...
I've always been a very analytical person. It has been a mixed blessing... at times it has helped me a lot, but it also tends to cripple my faith. I am realizing that the habit I have of over-thinking everything has caused me to miss out on the greatest things... just being still; allowing God's love to penetrate my soul; listening to his voice tell me that when the world told me I had no worth, they were lying...
But I'm so ready to let go of that... I don't want to fight it anymore. Perhaps this is the point to which we need to come for God to truly enter our hearts. Think about it: if God looked to what we thought about how the Messiah should display his power, and became an earthly ruler with earthly power, what kind of a mess do you think we'd be in? We would be even more narcissistic, materialistic, and delusional.
My analytical nature has to be quieted when it comes to our redemption. The truth is that it doesn't have to make sense to us... all we have to do it let our guards down and allow the living God to dwell inside of us, as he chose to dwell inside of a run-down stable.
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This is beautifully written Ellie!
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