I am going to preface this post by saying that there is such an honesty to this entry that I am going to feel incredibly vulnerable. My thoughts will expose things about me that most have never known, and my new discoveries and feelings will have many that will completely disagree with me... And I am okay with all of that. :)
I'm not sure where to begin...
December 25th is a day that has come and gone in my life for 25 years. For years, Christmas to me was snow, Santa, baking cookies, giving presents, eating lots of yummy food and seeing family. I loved listening to Christmas music, but the lyrics to songs were just words to me. I was not raised religious. My family didn't attend church, though I have always been a believer, I was naive to the idea of God, Jesus, Christianity as a whole.
Fast forward to December 2010, I would still not say I am religious. However, I am beginning to have a very new and refreshing perspective on life and how I want to live it. In December of 2008, I attended Buckhead Church for my first time. My dear friend Chinua was kind enough to persuade me to tag along with him (I would have never braved it alone in that day). Two years later, I have not missed a Sunday so long as I've been in town. Sundays have grown to be one of my favorite days of the week! I could rant and rave about this some more, but I think it might be best saved for another entry.
Andy Stanley typically speaks to us in a series where several Sundays we dedicate to a particular topic. They are spoken in a way that don't make you feel as if you are being preached AT, and they are always delivered in a way where you can find the application to your life. Once and a while, we'll dive a little further into Biblical stories (which I love too since I'm learning something new). During this Christmas season, Andy shed a lot of light to the story of Christmas, it's meaning, and why so many believe. Again, he never tells you to believe, even admits to how 'unbelievable' some Biblical things can seem. However, something in me this year clicked. It wasn't a change in my thought process or my beliefs. It was a feeling that just rushed over me. The holiday had such a stronger meaning to me now. I found myself truly hearing the words in songs and having a lump in my throat.
I am the type of person that allows everyone to believe what they will. I will never preach or tell someone how they should think or feel, and I appreciate when others do the same for me. I had been in a working environment where I was surrounded by people that were non-believers, but also spoke loudly against those who chose to have faith. It was ironic to me that they came into my life at the same time that I was discovering this new faith in my heart. But with that said, I have so many friends with differing opinions on the subject and I encourage you to continue to believe what you will, and let others do the same...
I, however, have begun to implement some changes in my life. I have removed myself from that working environment. I have a much stronger connection to my own personal faith, which I still deem to be a personal relationship, one that I'm still exploring. But through these things, and others, I have a new refreshing feeling and outlook on life. I want to be a better person every day. I've always loved to give to others, but this season I wanted to dive deeper than that. I, for the first time, focused on cherishing the people I have in my life (all their faults and quirks included)! And I sat back to truly count my hidden blessings. I am in a period of uncertainty, with many aspects of my life needing to be fulfilled, but my faith has never felt stronger. Realizing that puts a calm in my heart and a smile on my face.
There is so much more to Christmas than snow, Santa, cookies and presents...
