Sermon for Me

I love Christmas, I look forward to it all year long and now its over until next year. I love it 'cause there's presents and family and tradition.I also love Christmas because everyone who celebrates Christmas in whatever way, mislead or no, is still celebrating the birth of Christ.
We went to South Carolina and enjoyed a southern white Christmas for the first time in almost 50 years. Its nice to go home when you don't live there anymore. I don't have to feel responsible for dirty dishes or unplanned meals or hanging out laundry when its freezing outside. We also got to shop and crochet and eat cheese. Those are things that I think we did the most of on our vacation.
Crocheting is my new hobby.My sister in law made herself a sweater and I decided if she can make one then I can too. So far I've actually produced almost four scarves and one and a half hats. Unfortunatly, I'm getting tired of my new hobby and I have yet to produce a sweater.
We ate lots of cheese 'cause mom had these large squares of the stuff that she'd gotten at Sam's Club. Makes sense since Sam's doesn't sell anything in small quantities. Anyway, she cubed it into nice little squares and we ate lots of them because they're fun to eat and I was feeling thin and thought I should eat lots of something.
Then we came home and I went to work and Adrian went to work and Christmas was over. Its always hard to come back home(IN) after a vacation, especially after visiting home (SC). Even after being gone from the south for seven months, I still have a place there, or a legacy anyway. Here, I have a history of seven months and the ability to notify people with one glance that, "Well, we knew you wasn't from here".
I heard a man say recently that everyone wants to feel loved, everyone wants to have a place. He also said (sort of) that when we feel loved by God, we find our place. What he didn't say is that God is loving us even when we wonder how He manages to define His leading as love. Sometimes God's love doesn't feel warm and fuzzy. Sometimes it hurts, but then I guess God knows all about that. Christ didn't come to earth to find His place or feel loved, he didn't come so there would be Christmas. I'd imagine that everyday He lived and anticipated when He could go home again. But while He was here, he really lived. He wasn't one of the lonely, He was the one searching them out, giving them a reason to celebrate, giving them a place. And they hated Him because, "We knew you wasn't from here"...