I also meant to celebrate Christmas majestically, compiling and reading the story of Christ's birth, from all the scriptures. Starting with prophecies from Isaiah (and here) and Micah and Hezekiah and Nephi and Alma and Samuel the Lamanite. Going forward to the Annunciation to Mary and Joseph's dream, to the sign given in 3 Nephi, and the wonderful journey to Bethlehem and the birth and the angel choir in Luke.
It would be so beautiful, I knew, to read it all together.
But that didn't happen.
I'm not sure exactly why.
Things haven't been bad. Maybe that's why, because things have been so gloriously peaceful and calm for a few days. Maybe I just missed my old fashioned hot chocolate and Book of Mormon, no additions or explanations. The purity. the simplicity. "For behold, my soul delighteth in plainness" (2 Nephi 25:4).
Either way, I thought about Love last week. I thought about my family. I thought about the gifts I'd purchased, hoping they'd like what I'd chosen. I thanked my Father for the gift of His Son. "For God so loved the world."
I know it must have been difficult for Him to let His Son go. "He gave His only begotten Son"
Because He loves us so much. He loves us. He loves us. He wants us to live with Him forever. "That whoever believes in Him, shall not perish, but have everlasting life."
I thanked my Father for the Atonement, knowing the pain and restraint it must have taken to watch His Beloved Son, even as He cried out, "O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me" (Matthew 26:39).
I know He loves us. I know He loves me.
"Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so.
Little ones to Him belong; they are weak but He is strong."
My studying didn't exactly go as planned, but I still learned. He always teaches us, even when we don't realize it.
So even though I'm late, Merry Christmas, guys.
Lift up your head and be of good cheer; for behold,
the time is at hand, and on this night shall the sign be given, and on the morrow come I into the world. . . .
At the going down of the sun there was no darkness . . . There was no darkness when the night came. . . .
There was no darkness in all that night, but it was as light as though it was mid-day.