The nativity scene never grows old for me. When I watch the pageant with the children I get a new perspective every time. I see that faith in action of these children who have faithfully come to practice the pageant year after year. I am blessed by their innocence and the joy I see in their faces.
I marvel as I contemplate what it must have been like that first Christmas morning when the angels came to proclaim Jesus' birth. The more I learn about Jesus, the more I want to learn. Sometimes I'm overwhelmed by the love God has for me that he would send his son to die for me.
The world may increasingly grow darker as the message dims. More and more churches are foregoing these scenes. It is hard to grasp why there isn't more people coming out to support these children. What message are they getting for that? Yet I see that faith in action. It's the faith of a community that longs to maintain stability in a world that wants to rip things up.
I can dwell on the negatives or I can focus in on the positives. God has given us blessings this season. We can rejoice in the hope that we have in him. We can hold onto the good, instead of wallowing in the evil. We can act in positive directions, not negative ones.
I do have hope. I see the hope in these young people as well. They are the ones that need to know that God offers hope and salvation to those who ask for it. I thank God for that hope that blooms in each heart this time of year.
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