When I was a kid, the countdown to Christmas seemed to last a lifetime. Advent calendars sent by a loving grandparent looked massive, and the number of days they contained appeared impossible to endure. Christmas, to a child, just can't get here fast enough.
Then something happened. Responsibilities crept in, and a career in retail conspired with other obligations to make the countdown to Christmas a ticking clock with not enough time on it. There's too much to do - both at work and at home - and not enough time to do it.
In trying to juggle it all, corners get cut, ever-present guilt sets in, and a blanket of "I should be doing something," settles over every waking hour. It is lousy way to usher in such an important occasion.
However, in those brief moments of clarity and calm where one can remember the origin of the event, we get thrown a lifeline to the stress and anxiety.
The peace of the season is ours for the taking, we just need to put ourselves in a place where we can take it.
The angel said to them, "Do not be afraid; for behold, I proclaim to you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For today in the city of David a savior has been born for you who is Christ and Lord."
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