Presence - not presents - is the true gift of Christmas.
When the chance for authentic service comes around, do we stop to help or do we pass it by?
If hypothetically Rock City came to up to Christ, after committing whatever hypothetical deal-breaking atrocities they could imagine, singing, "would you still love me the same?" what would His answer be?
Love, compassionate love, is why despite the heartaches, the heart breaks, the stumbling, the failures, the disappointments, the annoyances of dating, the everything, I am an absolute sucker for weddings.
As I recently told a young patient of mine, though we do not always get to choose our circumstances, we always have a choice in who we want to be. And we always have a choice to connect to one another or disconnect from one another.
"But I like to think that as long as my heart is beating, that my lungs are breathing, that my body’s working that I have some sort of purpose in the world…even when I don’t know what it is.”
So, what are we supposed to have? A soft heart, open and vulnerable? A stiff heart, firm and steadfast?