Something sent to my email box earlier this week from Max Lucado, to take us into the Thanksgiving holiday:

"Holiday travel. It isn't easy. Then why do we do it? Why cram the trunks and endure the airports? You know the answer. We have to be with the ones we love. The four-year-old running up the sidewalk into the arms of Grandpa. The cup of coffee with Mom before the rest of the house awakes. That moment when, for the moment, everyone is quiet as we hold hands around the table and thank God for family and friends and pumpkin pie. We love to be with the ones we love.

"May I remind you? So does God. How else do you explain what He did? Between Him and us there was a distance---a great span---and He couldn't bear it. He couldn't stand it. So He did something about it. Philippians 2:7 reminds us, 'He gave up His place with God and made Himself nothing.'"

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