Over the holidays, I’ve enjoyed spending time with my niece and nephews. My six-year-old niece insisted that my twin brother and I play the game “Life” with her, and who can say no to her deep brown, pleading eyes?
So of course I said yes, despite my last – and only –
experience with the game. I was probably eleven at the time, and I ended up
with two sets of twin boys and dead broke. I figured my odds could only
I was wrong. I inherited a skunk farm (which cost
me a pretty penny), owned a goat that ate my neighbor’s prize orchids, and
had to get dentures.
To my relief, my niece quickly grew tired of it, and we moved
on to something else, but the experience left me thinking: How awful would it be if real
life were just a game, subject to random chance?
I am thankful that it isn't. Instead, our lives are orchestrated by a
sovereign God. I like what Ephesians 1:4 says: “… he hath chosen us in him
before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame
before him in love.” God has an individual purpose for the lives of each of His
Ultimately, our lives are part of a bigger plan, God’s story
of redemption. And at Christmastime, we are once again
reminded of that beautiful, miraculous story of baby being born of a virgin –
fully God and fully man – coming to earth to redeem lost mankind.
Praise God that life isn’t a game of chance. Sure, we will
have our ups and downs – a goat may eat prize orchids or the tire in your car
may go flat on your way to work.
But at the end of the day, our focus should be glorifying the
one true God with our lives – wherever He has asked us to live, work, and
serve. After all, isn’t that what the shepherds did – glorify and praise God
and tell others about Him?
Wishing everyone a blessed Christmas!