my comfort and joy

  I saw the sign in the drive-thru of McDonald's. A frothy, warm wintertime drink. Whipped cream. A peppermint stick.

   I licked my lips unconsciously, thinking about how delicious the peppermint mocha would taste sliding down my throat on that cold, bitter day (well, cold and bitter by Texan standards...) and sighed a little.

   And then I read the words underneath the delectable, larger-than-life photo of my favorite drink in the whole world: my comfort and joy.

   I smiled, but in kind of a sad way. It just seemed so shallow...a seasonal mocha was amazing, yes, but I know there are actually people--hundreds, maybe thousands--who will pull through the drive-thru of McDonald's and never experience the One who bring true comfort and joy, not only during this Christmas season, but all year round.

   I don't have anything deeply philosophical to say, I just wanted to write something briefly about Jesus before moving on to the crazier, busier, yet less important aspects of Christmas.

   So, Merry Christmas! :) May Christ be your true Comfort and Joy.