Nope. Check the
date. This is a fresh one, not an old
one about Christmas. Though I do want to
linger on Christmas for an instant because that is where the title came
from. Because someone always says it
every year. “I wish every day could be
like this.” Why? We are closer to the ones we love, a little
more giving, a little more patient (at least early in the season), a little
more faith-filled. And it just feels
good, doesn’t it?
The same thing happened just after 911. We came together. We loved our neighbors and supported one
another. We flew flags and talked about
God and country.
And now Vacation Bible School. Before you laugh this off, stop and
think. We are loving each other more,
reaching out to the community, more giving of ourselves, a little more patient
(at least early in the week), a little more faith-filled. And it does feel good, doesn’t it?
We hug in the hallways (although we’re pretty good about
doing that all the time), we love on each other on Facebook, we celebrate new
people in our midst, we have a heart for getting God’s Word out to the
community. I wish every day could be
like this. No, I’m not ready to add
another week on to Bible School. Doing
one wore me out. But we have been so
blessed as a body of believers. Let’s
keep rolling!
Ephesians 4:15-16; 2 Corinthians 3:3-6
…but, speaking the truth in love, may grow up in all
things into Him who is the head--Christ--from whom the whole body, joined and
knit together by what every joint supplies, according to the effective working
by which every part does its share, causes growth of the body for the edifying
of itself in love…clearly you are an epistle of Christ, ministered by us,
written not with ink but by the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of
stone but on tablets of flesh, that is, of the heart. And we have such trust through Christ toward
God. Not that we are sufficient of
ourselves to think of anything as being from ourselves, but our sufficiency is
from God, who also made us sufficient as ministers of the new covenant, not of
the letter but of the Spirit; for the letter kills, but the Spirit gives life.
