“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,
the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort”
As the weather gets colder and the season busier, we tend to seek out creature comforts. Big, soft blankets get piled on couches. Rooms are decorated and dimly lit to provide a warm, inviting glow. The seasonal food we enjoy is comfort-based, most of it served toasty and sweet.
Think of your favorite Christmas-time comfort. God designed it.
In all the little comforts we find, we also find the comfort of God.
Comfort, at its core, isn’t pretty and polished. We don’t find our comfort in glistening, freshly cleaned rooms or at fancy dress-up holiday celebrations. It isn’t in the gift-giving or the busy-busy of preparing for the perfect Christmas.
Instead, comfort is found in messy, flour-dusted kitchens where cookies are still baking. It’s in the tired, wet hugs of loved ones who have traveled to visit. Our comfort comes from the crooked Christmas trees that took comedies of error to put up but warm us when lit in the evening while watching that worn-out old video that we know every line to.
The comfort the Lord provides is like that. Familiar. Given as a part of the tradition, the promise, that He is here and He cares.
“Let your steadfast love comfort me according to your promise to your servant.” –Psalm 119:76
Our comfort is found in a straw-stuffed manger, in someone else’s barn, not according to our perfectly-laid plans, but according to that promise: He is here! And He cares!
Behold, the comfort of a newborn baby.
Behold, the comfort of the Lord with us.
Behold, the comfort of the familiar, a promise remembered year after year.
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