Today is my first day working off a week of 3rd “graveyard” shift nights topped off with a second shift cap. So today I feel pretty much like worn out rubber and am about as productive. It has not helped my beloved birdy buddy, Taz, made it until Thursday before he warped out on me about how distressing his life is with the hours turned completely upside down. Why couldn’t I get his frustrations that 7:30 AM is time for getting OUT of the cage, not remaining still locked IN it?? Hello? By Friday morning he became a screaming demon at both his frustrations and my apparent ignorance.
Truthfully, I got it, really, but we just weren’t talking the same language. He is marginally better today as long as I am nearby. And I did try to take a nap earlier but sweet senile Scrapper woke me up within that first hour by thoroughly flooding the bed in urine. So I abandoned the silly notion of sleep, pushed the bedding the washer and the dog in the tub and was glad I got the order right as I added soap and water to both.
And now, as day slowly turns to dusk and my mind turns to mush, I contemplate Christmas. We are so close, having entered the full spread of the season. It’s everywhere you turn. And it appears to me we, as a Christian, have also entered what could be considered our busiest wartime of year. This is when people are most vulnerable to having their hearts softened and being convicted. They are constantly bombarded by the true reason for the season–the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Think about it, it’s on a large portion of the Christmas cards we send out, paper we wrap gifts in, songs heralded on the radio, stories told, books sold and heaven knows we pray harder now for those on our hearts at this time. At least I seem to be. Therefore, it also stands, that with all that sublime suggestion, hearts soften and maybe we win the battle for a few souls. New Christians are born in this time we celebrate Christ’s birth. Ironic and proper. However, just as we work harder this time of year for the souls in our lives and paths, so do the dreaded enemies of Christ.
They sure don’t want any hearts and souls won right now. So they work harder as well to outwit our suggestive efforts and inject their own poisonous spin on why this is not a Merry Christmas season but just a commercial holiday in which to spend and self indulge or whatever personal pleasure we’re after this time. I suppose losing any soul to Christ is bad enough in their book but it must be doubly insulting to lose them at Christmas time. Hence the open war right now which is present if you open your eyes and ears to what is going on around you. Perhaps it is what has transpired to and within and around me all through this year that has made me a little more sensitive to it this year, and more willing to explore it since I have been so exhausted this week in particular.
Whatever the cause, I will continue to pray and plead for the names on my heart and the faces in my mind. I can think of no better gifts to give this year to loved ones than true and lasting peace of eternal love and the gift to Jesus Christ for being a good and faithful disciple for Him.