Every Christmas, we talk about love.
Love in the air.
Love in the food.
Love in the laughter, the music, the matching outfits, the pictures posted with “Merry Christmas” captions.
But somewhere between the rice and chicken and the family photos, it’s easy to forget why today exists at all.
Christmas did not begin with decorations.
It did not begin with carols or gift boxes or even oblee….😂
It began quietly.
In a place that didn’t look like much.
With a baby who arrived without noise, without status.
And that, to me, is the love story.
God didn’t wait until the world was ready.
He didn’t wait until people were good, grateful, or put together.
He didn’t wait for perfect timing.
He came anyway.
That’s the part of Christmas that always humbles me.
Because if we’re honest, love today is often conditional.
I’ll show up if you deserve it.
I’ll stay if it’s easy.
I’ll care if it doesn’t cost me too much.
But Christmas reminds us of a different kind of love.
A love that steps into a mess.
A love that says, “I see you, exactly where you are, and I’m not turning back.”
And maybe that’s why Christmas feels complicated for some people.
Because not everyone is home today.
Not everyone is surrounded by family.
Not everyone feels joyful, festive, or excited.
Some people are scrolling quietly.
Some are grieving.
Some are working.
Some are far from the people they love.
Some have lost interest in celebrating because life has been heavy.
If that’s you, I want you to know this:
Christmas was never meant to exclude you.
Christ was born for the tired.
For the lonely.
For the ones who feel like they’ve missed too much life already.
For the ones who don’t feel holy, hopeful, or happy enough.
That baby in the manger didn’t come for a perfect audience.
He came for real people.
With real wounds.
With unanswered prayers.
With lives that didn’t turn out the way they planned.
Christmas is an invitation to believe that love can still find you where you are.
That is the love story we celebrate today.
And it doesn’t end on Christmas morning. 🤍
