No day is accidental or incidental.  No acts are random or wasted.  Look at Jesus’ birth at Bethlehem.  A king ordered a census.  Joseph was forced to travel.  Mary, as round as a ladybug, bounced on a donkey’s back.  The hotel was full.  The hour was late.  The event was one big hassle.

Yet out of the hassle, hope was born.  It still is.  I don’t like hassles.  But I love Christmas because it reminds us of the heart-shaping promises of Christmas.  Long after the guests have left, and the carolers have gone home and the lights have come down, these promises endure:  God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God (Romans 8:28).  Perhaps you could use some Christmas this Christmas?

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Cover of the book, "Because of Bethlehem" featuring a red Christmas tree.