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The season of Obedience

And the campus got decked in merry colours and glowing lights; Yes! Christmas is here. One question that is generally included in most of the services this season is "What does Christmas mean to you?" I have had my own share of narrating what Christmas means to me and how that meaning has actually changed or grown over the years as I too grew older. For those of us who are now older, we might be a tad tired of the question but for the sake of those who are still getting to understand Christmas better each year, it is a question worth asking.  

Incidentally, the other day my wife and I were having a small conversation on the same and one of the word that came up was "obedience." Yes, Christmas is termed as the season of peace, of hope, of love, of goodwill and among the many other themes, I think obedience is also one to think of. So where do we see obedience in the Christmas story?

Think of Mary who in obedience submitted herself to the message of God, think of Joseph who in obedience decided to follow through his marriage with Mary and risk a scandal, think of the shepherds who in obedience went to Bethlehem to bear witness to the birth of Jesus, think of the wise men who in obedience to the signs given to them made their trip in search of the King of kings and in obedience to the message from God went their quiet way without telling Herod. And most of all, think of Jesus Christ who in obedience was born in a simple manger and who years later in obedience would hang on a cross, a public spectacle for all to see. 

What will it mean for you and me to render obedience this season? As the festive spirit heightens, may the practice of obedience be a part of the celebration this season. Merry Christmas everyone!

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  1. A new idea of Christmas has been published and I am so blessed to read this thought of yours. Merry Christmas to you Sir🎋

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