It is Christmas time and I remember–back when I prepared sermons every week–hating this time of year. I always hated it for the same reason. I have to tell the same stories and preach the same texts I have preached for 25 years and still come up with something profound.
Let’s face it, we’ve all seen the Christmas play at church. It is cute.
Every year I combed through the texts looking for some bit of gold I had missed every other year. Every year I found it.
It was always the same gold, yet it was always as fresh and profound as the first time. It is the part we miss over and over.
We miss it in our church politics. We miss it in our debates over doctrine. We miss it when we twist the Scriptures to fit our political ideology. We miss it in our theology. We miss it in our study. We miss this bit of gold far too often.
Here it is.
God who loves.
God who came.
We…I…miss the profound.
I miss Emmanuel. God with us. He is and was and always shall be far beyond just something profound.