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	long as I can remember, I’ve been looking for stuff. I must be particularly 
	absent-minded or something. Even as a kid I remember how often I’d be 
	digging deep in my toy box. I don’t remember now anything I was so 
	desperately searching for, but I do remember Mom saying, “You’ve got dozens 
	of other toys. What in the world are you looking for?” My Dad would also 
	likely chime in, “Son, you’ll find what you’re looking for in the last place 
	you look.” That was his way of saying, “When you find it, you won’t have to 
	look any further.” Not much help for a frantic 5 year old, is it?
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			 I’m obviously much older now. I don’t have a toy box anymore. But it 
			seems like I’m still looking for things. Many times they are 
			ordinary everyday things (like keys). But as I was aimlessly 
			wandering around a mall yesterday it occurred to me that I was 
			looking for something. I just couldn’t put my finger on what it was. 
			The more I pondered it, the more I realized that I was looking for 
			something far less tangible than your run-of-the-mill Christmas 
			gift, but much more real. Do you ever wonder why Christmas is such a nostalgic holiday? I know 
			we all tend to exaggerate the past, making it better (“those were 
			the good old days”) or worse (“I don’t ever want to go there again”) 
			than it really was. Still, for me Christmases past have been, for 
			the most part good. My memories of the holiday are positive. When my 
			thoughts go there I’m reminded of peaceful times with the people I 
			love. Cares were less. Stress was less. Joy was more. So I find 
			myself digging through memories the way I used to dig through my toy 
			box.
 
             
              
            I do things to stir the embers by revisiting places where things 
			were, at least in my recollections, better than today. I listen to 
			Christmas music that I hope will bring back feelings of peace, 
			security and contentment. I even eat Christmas ‘comfort’ foods in an 
			effort to relive former days – days before people I love have gotten 
			sick or died. Days before I knew or understood what a recession was 
			and how devastating it is for people who’ve lost their jobs or their 
			homes. I want to be where, or better, when, no one ever gave a 
			second thought to calling a school musical event in December a 
			“Christmas program.” I’d like to once again be naïve enough to 
			believe that war isn’t necessary. I want to feel that reassuring 
			sense that everybody in the whole world safe and sound and happy. 
			But I never quite seem to find it and I end up standing in line 
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            Thankfully, a light bulb came on this morning. As I was enjoying a 
			private time of worship and singing a verse of one of my favorite 
			Christmas carols I heard the whisper of God through my tears of 
			frustration with all the sadness of the world. My Heavenly Father 
			was saying to me, “Son, what you are looking for is My Kingdom.” 
			That hunger I experience this time of year for everything to be 
			right and peaceful and whole, for everyone to be well and everyone 
			to be joyful and everyone to be together will only be fulfilled when 
			the kingdoms of this world give way to the Kingdom of God with Jesus 
			on the Throne. Our only hope is that, someday, He will make all the 
			things that are wrong with this world right. 
			 
            He started to set things straight by coming here in the flesh. He 
			opened the door of His Kingdom to us at the cost of His very own 
			life. He was the first to conquer the ultimate thief – death itself. 
			And someday, He will once and forever establish His rule over His 
			creation. When He does, shalom – real peace, joy, contentment, 
			fulfillment – will reign. Until then, my heart will keep on looking 
			for shalom for everyone I love. The Christ of Christmas is where you 
			will find it. You won’t need to look any further.
 
              
              [text from file received from Greg Wooten, Lincoln Church of 
				the Nazarene]  
            
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