Why?

When do we start asking why? 2 years old? 3? Everything is why. Why are you brushing your teeth? Why are you making dinner? Why are you pulling those weeds out of the garden? Why why why?

Then, the questions stop for a bit and we take everything pretty much at face value and figure stuff out for ourselves.

Then, as we get older the Why becomes more complicated. Why did that newborn baby have to die? Why is it the drunk driver seemingly always manages to stay alive while the sober driver in the other car dies? Why do bad things happen to good people? Why am I terrified of high places but can fly in a helicopter with the doors off and feel exhilarated? Why won't Greg stop snoring?

Why is it so hard to wrap my head around Christmas when it's 80-something degrees out (and, by the way, the tree fell down twice in one day!)?

The thing is, it shouldn't be hard at all. All I've had to do is shift my focus a tiny bit back to where it's supposed to be and it's all perfectly clear.

Why celebrate Christmas anyway? I'm going to tell you why. And it's not because there's a six year old in the house either.

How ever many years ago, Jesus Christ came down to this earth. God Almighty in the flesh. He was born and grew up and lived a life on earth. When the time was right, He was put to death on a cross for claiming to be who He is, The Son of God, and for the sins of the world. Thankfully, the story doesn't end there because he rose again and now lives. And always will.

It doesn't matter how many years I studied it all, I will never have all the theological answers; no one will.

All that matters is I believe the Christmas story with all my heart and also believe there would be no meaning in anything whatsoever if I didn't.

So yeah, it might look like santa has taken the top spot around here this weekend but I know the reason why I celebrate Christmas.