Today I turned my calendar to December and my thoughts toward Christmas. Time to put away my pumpkins and bring out nativity scenes and Santas. This shouldn’t come as a surprise to me. I’ve had plenty of reminders that it’s time to prepare for Christmas. On my street and in my neighborhood, Christmas lights have been on for a while now – so long in fact that these lights would find themselves competing with the Halloween lights on neighboring houses if said Christmas lights dared to appear any earlier than they already do.

This is why I call Thanksgiving the overlooked holiday – we go from Halloween decor straight to Christmas decor without a pause for the fabulous food holiday that is Thanksgiving. Or maybe we are just basically ungrateful because we don’t take the time to stop, count our many blessings and give God thanks for His enduring love and ever-present mercy.

But now that I am focused on Christmas, I can’t help but feel I am already behind since other homes appear to be better prepared for the season than I am at present. I love this season of Advent. It is a season of anticipation and of preparation and of hope. I am anticipating the arrival of the Christ child and I am (or should be) about the business of preparing to receive this long-awaited child.

Jesus’s first advent wasn’t exactly what those living at that time were expecting. In fact, they were caught completely off guard, totally unprepared to receive God’s gift to them. Had they stopped looking? Had they given up on God and on His promise to them that He would send them a Redeemer? Had they forgotten the prophesies of their own scripture or did they simply no longer believe it would ever come true? It had been too long. God had been too silent. Enter the Messiah. We read this account in John –

“He was in the world, and though the world was made through Him, the world did not recognize Him. He came to that which was His own, but His own did not receive Him.” (John 1:10-11)

Furthermore, not only did they not recognize Him, their desperately desired Messiah, they were too busy to make room for Him physically, which is probably why Jesus ended up being born in a stable. Luke tells us how it came about.

“So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.” (Luke 2:4-7)

No room for God’s only Son? No room for the One described this way in Isaiah?

“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on His shoulders. And He will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” (Isaiah 9:6)

They were unable to make room for Jesus in their inns, in their homes, in their synagogues, in their lives and in their hearts. I wonder, are you and I any different today?

Jesus’s birth had been prophesied for centuries but when “the time was right” and Jesus “became flesh and made His dwelling among us” no one (well hardly anyone except the shepherds, but an angel had to tell them about it and give them directions to where Jesus was) but basically no one noticed, no one welcomed Him, no one celebrated His birth (except the heavenly hosts who put on quite a concert) and no one prepared a place for Him to be received. The long-awaited Savior King came into the world and the world went on as if nothing had happened.

BUT – Advent says this life changing, earth shattering, totally miraculous event of Jesus’s birth shall not go unheralded, unnoticed, uncelebrated ever again. The weather here hinted at Advent’s nearness – it’s been snowing as I’ve been writing this. My Christmas cactus, which has been green for eleven months, today is suddenly red with buds waiting to open at the proper time. How does my cactus know it’s time to get ready for the birthday celebration?

I want to be prepared for the coming of my Savior King. I want to prepare a place for Him not just in my home but in my heart. I’ve got some cleaning to do, some rearranging of priorities. There is so much more to say about this wonderful miracle that took place when God came to earth to live among us – an event described like this –

“The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel – which means, ‘God with us.’ ” (Matthew 1:23)

Yes, there will be more to say as the days of Advent continue, but for now, I need to be about the business of getting ready for the coming of my King. I want to prepare the way for His coming and I join with the Psalmist in saying –

“Lift up your heads, O you gates; be lifted up, you ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O you gates; lift them up, you ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in. Who is He, this King of glory? The Lord Almighty -He is the King of glory.” (Psalm 24:7-10)

let Him in!

sincerely, Grace Day