“Where is He who has been born King of the Jews? For we saw His star in the east and have come to worship Him” (Matthew 2:2).
Until he is found there is no adequate substitute for the void that only Christ can fill. Religion will become a meaningless ritual until it is finally dropped or observed on an annual basis only. Nonstop visits to the pantry and refrigerator never satisfy what we hunger for most. There isn’t enough booze in the world to quench the thirst that the masses are seeking to drown. Pursue one relationship after another and loneliness still haunts the soul. Medicine cabinets provide only a temporary escape from the pain no pill can cure. Once he has been truly found, however, worship becomes the expression of one’s life and the rhythm of one’s practice. Sentiment may be found under a tree on Christmas morning, but to find the Savior requires lifting up our eyes every day to the heavens from whence our help cometh (Psalm 121:1).