This is a Nativity set my mother gave me many years ago. It was in my home growing up so it's pretty old. It's one of the few things I have of my mother's, besides her bible which is one of my treasured possessions. My mom kept it safe, she packed it, ever so carefully, away each year for the next Christmas season. I however move a lot and packing can be a bit lax.
If you look at it quickly or from a distance it looks just like it did when she gave it to me.
However, if you get a closer look you will see, it is not.
My daughter came over the other night and glanced at my proud display on the counter and began to laugh as she asked why my nativity people were missing body parts. I'm sure normal people would have retired this set but I feel it gives them more character.
To make matters worse my poor shepherd boy lost his head at the last family get together. My grandson, who was eating at the scene of the crime announced, "Nana, the little boys head just rolled off his body."
Ahhhh another memory for the next family gathering.
This of course got me thinking Gems about how we come to the scene of the Savior.
I don't know about you but I have definitely arrived feeling like my head just rolled off my body.
There are times I arrive feeling broken or less than. Feeling like I'm not good enough or worse yet not whole as a person. Hoping He, or others won't notice what's obviously missing from my life.
But isn't that one of the most beautiful things about our Lord, that He accepts us just where we are yet loves us enough not to leave us in that condition.
Many times our wounds aren't so obvious, like missing a head, sometimes they are soul wounds. We have become really creative in appearing whole. My little shepherd boy there now has his head glued on but if you look closely you will see the crack line around his neck.
Sometimes Gems you need to take the time to look or listen to the people around you to hear if they are in pain.
Jesus knows every feeling you have ever felt or ever will feel.