The Family: No Substitute This Christmas
We simply cannot find a substitute for the family. God planned it that way. Nothing on earth comes close to the benefits derived from relationships revolving around our roots. Nothing.
Written by Chuck Swindoll, these encouraging devotional thoughts are published seven days per week.
We simply cannot find a substitute for the family. God planned it that way. Nothing on earth comes close to the benefits derived from relationships revolving around our roots. Nothing.
Enthusiasm is powerful stuff. And it isn’t important only to magicians and performers but also to ordinary folks like you and me...and to our God.
Are you an eagle-type, soaring to heights beyond your peers? Do you find yourself bored with the maintenance of the machinery...yawning through the review of the rules...restless to cut a new swath...excited rather than intimidated by the risks? Don’t expect pats on the back or great waves of applause. Not today.
Looking back, we laud those who refused to take no for an answer. We quote them with gusto. We even name our children after them.
“I want to know Him. I also want to model the power outflowing from His Resurrection. And I certainly want to be continually transformed into His likeness... which requires accepting my share of suffering.”
Looking back, I distinctly remember the turning point. No heavenly vision caused my attitude to change. My resentment toward God didn’t decrease because of some audible voice in the night. I can trace the acceptance of my circumstance and the shift of my focus to a single verse of Scripture.
Grandparents. What amazing gifts from God. Generation after generation He provides a fresh set of them...an ever-present counterculture in our busy world. Lest everyone else get so involved they no longer stop to smell the flowers or watch tiny ants hard at work, these special adults are deposited into our lifestyle account.
Webster—the old codger—would’ve been a good stand-in for Scrooge. Or maybe he was like the late W. C. Fields and just didn’t like kids. On the other hand, he probably played everything by the rulebook and didn’t let his emotions get in the way of his literary contribution.
The familiar tune and lyrics from “Fiddler on the Roof” keep me company these days. I hum them to myself in the car and repeat the lines as I jog.
Take a 30-minute look at your life this week. Go before God and give Him your list of objectives, asking Him for His green light...then with your desire in gear, tighten your belt and get on with it.