The pictures were taken at Lost Maples State Natural Area in the Hill Country of Texas.
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given,
and the government will be on his shoulders.
And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Isn’t it ironic that our celebration of the coming of the “Prince of Peace” has become the most hectic time of the year?
Christmas has become a time for hustling and bustling from store to store making sure we’ve got a gift for everyone on our lengthy Christmas list. It’s become worrying if we spent as much on Timmy’s gift as we did on Tammy’s. It’s hoping we have enough time and money to finish our shopping. Christmas has become going to grandmas’ houses and Christmas programs and parties. It’s about driving, shopping, working, decorating, cooking, eating, partying, leaving, arriving, and… going to church. It’s hardly a time of peace.
Even if we stopped for just 1 minute and turned off all the tvs and phones and ipads and Xboxes’ Playstations and gamepads and notebooks and Kindles and Nooks, we’d be anxious inside until we turned them back on. It’s the curse of our culture, isn’t it? It’s hard to come to a place where we can quietly commune with the Prince of Peace.
Stop. Gather around the table. Light a candle. Sing a carol. Say a prayer. Read a story. It sounds so easy, but its hard to do. We’ve got to make it a priority. If we could make some time to let the Prince of Peace be the center of attention, maybe we could have a Christmas to remember.