So I did a fail today. I was driving in my red Jeep with my sporty red nose and antlers when I decided I was a feeling a bit warmish. I rolled down the front windows to let in a little fresh air to cool things off a bit. Then I rolled down the back windows. Immediately, I knew I had made a mistake.
In that split second, one of my antlers flew off into the middle of Franklin Road. I imagine it’s there still, probably a little flatter from being run over fifty times.
In that split second, one of my antlers flew off into the middle of Franklin Road. I imagine it’s there still, probably a little flatter from being run over fifty times. I know it’s not a big deal, but I still feel a bit dumb. It’s one of those moments I’ll probably replay in my head and wish that I could have back to do over.
So many people have stories of holiday fails. Maybe their tales are silly and stupid like mine, or maybe some of their’s involve real loss and sadness and broken relationships. I’d even go so far as to say that the entire year of 2020 was a fail for most of us.
The good news of the season is that God has stepped into the mess we’ve made. He didn’t wait for us to finally get our collective act together and start making smarter decisions. He didn’t wait for us to be nicer to each other and treat each other better. He came when we were at our worst, when we deserved a Savior least but needed one most.
God took on flesh not to help us be less messy, but to save us out of the mess we’ve made. He came not to make us better but to make us brand new. He came not to show us a better way but to be the way back to right standing with God with a new purpose and calling and joy.
Thanks to Advent and the Resurrection, your failure is never final and your future can be different.