Several weeks ago, my dad gave me my mom's journals to read over. Each journal was filled with hundreds of pages of things she was thankful for each day. No matter how sick or how well she felt, she took time to write out just how thankful she was for people, places, and circumstances. I am beyond grateful and blessed to have been her son and continue to be inspired by her Christ-like example of faithfulness and steadfastness.
There are few things better than a couple days off work, mountains of food, and an intentional time of thankfulness. We call this time Thanksgiving. We set aside the last Thursday of November to spend time with family and ask each other what we’re thankful for.
I am fully convinced that Satan uses the footholds of trivial occurrences to disunify the local church. A church that is not unified around the gospel is not a church on mission for the gospel. Before taking on the pastoral role at my church, I spent a year supply preaching in various small churches throughout the state.
Over the course of a year, I don’t believe there is another time in which there are as many Gospel symbols littered across our paths than Christmastime. Just today, as I left my house, I passed two Christmas trees topped with a bright and shining star, a few nativities scattered decoratively around the house, candy canes, and Christmas cards with wise men, shepherds and the manger prominently displayed.
Let’s go ahead and get it out on the table—we don’t really know how to handle the ongoing sin of others in our small groups, families or Christian communities. It’s awkward to have a discussion about someone else’s issues, especially when we know we’ve got at least one log (maybe even multiple) emanating from our eyes.