Mary didn't know it.
Joseph didn't know it.
The religious elite certainly didn't know it.
But the shepherds and the angels knew. This birth would be like none other. This just wasn't a baby. This was the King; and a King that would save all of humanity - from itself.
Do our books contain any kind of celebration? A celebration of life, or a surprise of some kind? Do our characters walk around in the dark, not really knowing what or why things are happening?
Or is there a deeper meaning? And while the characters may not realize what is happening at the time, does the true meaning of celebration shine through in the end?
During this Christmas season, think about all the reasons that we have to celebrate. Reasons both writing related, and not. What personal reasons do you have to thanking the infant King for? I know my list is far too long to post here.
Celebrate! Christmas isn't about presents, or lights, or turkey. It is a celebration for all ages. One that made the angels sing and the shepherds stop and stare.
He was born, and He still lives. Partaaaaaaay!~
See life differently.
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