Christmas

The Christ Mass. Gotta learn the origins of that word Mass.

My friend Steve and I were talking about Southern colloquialisms. I had learned in Alabama about going out after work and catching a mess of brim (bream, pan fish, sunfish, bluegills.) He confirmed, as a native son of South Carolina, that a mess was enough for supper. In a broader sense, a mess of something was enough. What you needed. Could just as easily be a mess of collard greens.

To connect "mass" and "mess" in origins and meanings is a huge leap. But I like them, so I will take it.

When I stop to have some Christ, can I get a mess of Him? Can I get enough to satisfy? No doubt. Can we, around a table, get enough of Him for all of us? Been there. Again, no doubt. If every believer took one day, let's say December 25, stopped and had some Christ, would there still be enough left for an unbeliever to reach up and find complete satisfaction as well?

I believe so.

So, what I am saying then, is that Jesus is a mess. He satisfies. I knew it before Pastor Jakes said it, and I had the words for it after. He satisfies. If Oliver Twist came and asked for more, he would find his more in Christ.

Father, thank you for the banquet that is Christ. Thank you for your family gathered around the table, partaking of the richness you have made ours. Thank you that this year there will be more of us around the table than last year...and that some day every prodigal son and daughter will be home, to satisfy Your heart. Merry Christmas, Daddy.