Hello, blog world!
I realize I haven't written on here pretty much all month long. That is because of December hustle and bustle, of course. And also...because...I have been thinking and thinking about what to say to put into words my feelings about Christmas.
But this year for some reason, I have been thinking, how is it even possible to put into words the depth of emotion that I feel at Christmas time?
Honestly. GOD. Coming to earth.
To be with us and to be one of us.
And all around us our senses are saturated with music and lights and tinsel and wrappings and coupons and sales and family and cookies...and more and more cookies... and Santa Clauses and reindeer and reminders to keep Christ in Christmas.
It all seems a bit surreal to me. The world celebrates Christmas.
Yet, so very, very many of those people in all their celebration hoopla are really celebrating--nothing at all.
We watched Jim Carrey's version of the Grinch last night. Little Cindy Lou keeps trying to find out what the true meaning of Christmas is in all the hubbub of the preparations. Finally, at the end when the Grinch has stolen all the presents and even the roast beast, everyone realizes that it wasn't about those things at all.
They all hold hands and sway back and forth singing "Da hoo Do ray," or whatever it is, thinking that they have figured it out. And really, according to much of the world, they were right, I suppose. Christmas is about being together and warm fuzzy feeings. Right? And maybe there was a Baby, and maybe there wasn't, but Christmas (or the "Holidays") is a special time to gather together with people we love.
God made the human race. He made you and He made me, and He loves each one of us with all of His Being.
He loved us so much, in fact, that He gave us our own free will. To decide if we would sin or not, and to decide if we would love Him or not. What is the use of having an intimate, loving relationship with a programmed robot, after all?
And so, He gave us the choice to know and love Him-- or not.
He even knew that we would choose sin that would separate us from Him in His holiness, and He made a plan way back in the beginning.
A crazy plan.
The most loving thing He could possibly do.
He would send His only Son. Part of Himself--perfect and holy in every way. Even starting human life as an embryo...Entering our wicked, fallen world, and being truly one of US. Enduring hunger and sickness and pain and ridicule, and even temptation, so that we could really see Him and understand who He is. And then finally being--Himself, in His death--the ultimate sacrifice.
The ultimate Christmas gift.
The payment for our sin, so that those sins could be covered by that precious blood and forgiven, making it possible for us to be right with Him again. If only we would accept that gift.
If only we would just simply BELIEVE.
And so, with Christmas being tomorrow, we have a choice. Christmas maybe is simply a great big party about love and happiness and good cheer....
Or maybe Christmas really is the celebration of the birth of the one and only Savior of the world.
The most important, life-changing event that ever happened.
Oh, how He loves us.
Thanks be unto God for His unspeakable gift.--2 Corinthians 9:15