The last couple of weeks I've been chewing over some reflections and thoughts on this time of year when we celebrate the birth of Jesus. I think it's so easy, especially in our western americanized christian culture to get swept up with the romantic aspect of His birth that we may be tempted to forget why He originally came.
Christmas is more than just time spent with family, or going to a church service. It is more than just the cool(and not so cool) gifts that are under the plastic pine needle tree that the family assembled the week before. It isn't about the eggnog, the parties, Santa Clause, or particular words like "Happy", "Holiday", "Merry", "Greetings"...
Christmas is about marking the moment when God gave His answer to our toughest questions...
Why is there so much suffering in the world?
Why doesn't God do something about the pain?
If He is so powerful, why doesn't He answer us?
The time when he answered our deepest question...
Does God care about me?
He does...His name is Immanuel, God with us...
There is no one else, in no other religion, idealogy, or philosophy that has so painstakingly made it clear that He came for us. No other god has ever done such a thing. No other being has stepped into our reality to be like us in order to redeem us. He came to rescue you and me from a world that is in chaos because our hearts are in chaos.
He is the only one who stands in our pain...
who bears our sorrow...
and takes on our wounds...
So that we might know the healing and the life that can only exist through Him.
Christmas is the day when we know that "Yes, He truly does care for you and me."
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