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Christmas is finally here, and I’m enjoying spending time with my family. I am grateful for the blessings we have in this life, as well as those we’ve been promised in the one to come. So I’m keeping today’s post simple and focused on the reason we celebrate. I also want to send out a prayer to those who may be struggling to just get through today. In particular, my heart goes out to those in the south who just lost loved ones, or had their homes destroyed by the severe weather that just hit right before Christmas. May God carry them through this difficult time.
In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. This was the first registration when Quirinius was governor of Syria. And all went to be registered, each to his own town. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the town of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, to be registered with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child. And while they were there, the time came for her to give birth. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.
And in the same region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And the angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with fear. And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.” And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying,
“Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!”
When the angels went away from them into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, ‘Let us go over to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has made known to us.” And they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in a manger. And when they saw it, they made known the saying that had been told them concerning this child. And all who heard it wondered at what the shepherds told them. But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart. And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them. (Luke 2:1-20)
No doubt we would have done things so differently in God’s place. We would have come with all of our power and pride, rather than humility and wisdom. And surely we would have failed despite our good intentions; winning a momentary battle, but ultimately losing the war. So thank you God, for sending us that little baby instead of a political leader with an army ready to force us into submission. Thank you for loving and forgiving us even when we mistreated him. Your grace is an amazing, undeserved gift that we learn to cherish over and over again throughout our lives. There is no gift we could give you back that would ever be good enough. We have only our broken selves to offer. And amazingly, that’s all you really want anyway.
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