At this moment it feels like a regular Friday evening. End of the another work week, about to clean the house and then ready for the weekend to begin.
Maybe it’s just me but I’m not sure Christmas was supposed to fall on a weekend. It just doesn’t feel the same. Funny thing is, in my lifetime, it’s happened a few times. But this year is really the first time that I’m taking it in. Christmas is on a weekend.
See the weekend is already a weekend. No work, just a time to relax with friends and family. It’s not like Christmas is smack in the middle of the week. Now that…that’s exciting.
So at this point, my heart knows it’s Christmas, but my head feels like it’s just another weekend.
The inn keepers that turned Mary and Joseph away as they looked for a place to stay…they thought that she was just another pregnant lady looking for a place to rest. If they only knew…they probably would have made room.
But Jesus still came. No pomp and circumstance.
The weekend is here. No pomp and circumstance.
But the baby that was born was not just a baby.
This weekend really isn’t just another weekend.