Bing and Gay Apparel

I bought a Christmas tree this week.  It's a 3 footer, pre-lit, pretty spectacular, if I do say so myself.
I hung lights over my window.
I've made my students listen to the smooth holiday sounds of Bing Crosby all week.
Tomorrow I will be donning my gay apparel, as it is holiday attire day at BMS.
I get this cliche fuzzy feeling during this time of year, but last night as I was laying in bed and thinking about my favorite parts of Christmas, I realized that the source of my fuzzies are birthed from the temporal and secular.  Though lights, crooners, and cocoa are not intrinsically evil, they serve to distract me from the purity of worship that should be inspired this time of year.

"The Word became flesh and made its dwelling among us"

The severity of this verse evades me.  I'm not certain that I will ever grasp its weight.
The WORD (God, the creator, the Lord of all) became FLESH (man, weak, needy, human) and made its dwelling among us (man, weak, needy, human, deprave).
I pray that as I snuggle in the cold, enjoy the sparkling lights, and hum silly tunes, that I am able to capture the unadulterated joy of knowing that the creator of this universe came here, lived this life, chose me, and saved me.