Been a little weary lately. I don’t think there’s anything to be concerned about – just that time of year. Bet you’ve heard that before: “Just that time of year.” The season, both literally and figuratively, is full of hustle and bustle. Hustle would be the operative word. We hustle from one gathering to the next – we hustle from Thanksgiving to Christmas – we hustle from the main course to the dessert – we hustle from the table to the TV – we hustle from the cookie buffet to the hors d’oeuvres – we hustle from the house to the car and from the car to the house. Is it any wonder that weariness sets in! I just happen to know a young couple that faces a similar malady. Some “big shot” calls for a census, no small thing in and of itself, but more so for these young folks for they have just received the strangest news. The betrothed is found to be with child, an unexpected variable that complicates travel plans. Their minds are racing as they pack their scant belongings for the trip south. Upon reaching their destination, they find the entire town in the midst of a maelstrom. Other folks, not unlike themselves, have also descended on this tiny enclave on the edge of the Judean wilderness. You know the story. In a few short days, weariness will turn to wonder – their angst to a deep appreciation of what God has worked in their midst. We’re almost “home” my friends. Time to listen to those weary bones. Time to find a seat – time to rest and appreciate. Have you been feeling a little weary? That’s OK! We’ve almost reached our destination. Time to sit back and enjoy the wonder of the season. Christ the Savior is born. Hallelujah! Amen!