Lately, we seem to miss the point of Christmas, I think. We’ve gotten so caught up in how everyone should be saying “Merry Christmas” as opposed to “Happy Holidays” or “Season’s Greetings” that we’ve mostly forgotten that Christmas is about seeing Christ. It is His birthday we’re celebrating, and it is all about Him, not us.

When we see Jesus through eyes of faith, two things happen: 1) our world is totally and  completely wrecked and 2) we fall on our faces in the dirt in worship. We can’t help but become undignified and fanatical in His presence. All our plans and posturing fall away to nothing at the feet of Jesus.

All those things we thought were so urgent and important fade away and the One we have taken for granted  takes center stage. All the striving to get that certain someone to like us or to be appreciated or to see and be seen ceases and we are finally able to be still and know that Jesus is God. We find out that we are so much more broken and needy than we ever thought, but Jesus is so much more than we ever dreamed He could be.

We can be disturbed by His presence or indifferent to it. I find the saddest thing about the Christmas story was that the religious leaders who knew their Scriptures and prophecy were reluctant to make that 5 mile journey to see the Christ-child. Truly, knowledge and piety aren’t what it takes. Adoration and worship are.

This Christmas, I want to be an undignified worshipper of the Child in the manger. I want to fall on my face in the dirt and open my treasures and give until it hurts and keep on giving until it feels right again.

What I’m asking for this Christmas is Jesus.