Christmas
Ok, so let's look at this for a second.
Christmas, 2000-and-eight years ago this man/God/Savior of the World was born, in a manger, to a lady named Mary. This man/God/Savior of the World; well, He was no ordinary child... He was part of the triune God in the flesh.
I wonder what it was like? If there was a slight breeze that night, the normality of life for Mary and Joseph? Maybe Mary was in pain that whole day; I mean labor is labor and having a child is no easy task. It is crazy to think that Joseph probably had his hands quite full, telling Mary to "breathe... in.... out.... big breaths". I wonder about the people walking by, minding their own business. For them it was just another day.
I wonder what thoughts were running through the heads of Mary and Joseph and those who had been fortunate enough to know of the coming savior... the one who was profesied? I wonder if they had any idea of what was to come?
It's crazy to think that on an ordinary night an extraordinary event took place. "God became flesh and dwelt among us." "He took the form of a man." From then that child, who was born on such a naturally ordinary night, became the Savior of the World.
It's amazing to think that God, the Father; He that is completely sovereign, complete truth, completely, completely in control took that form on that night. It is crazy to think that God loves us so much that He would send His Son into the World, ultimatelly, to die for us that we might once again be restored unto Him in His grace.
For me, I have lost a lot of the magical feelings I felt when I was younger... waking up early on Christmas to open presents from some unknown, magical character. Things have changed a little. I found it kind of different this year... it is weird, I really didn't feel that much like it was Christmas at all until God reminded me a little bit... maybe what I have missed almost every year before.
Regardless of what Christmas is played up to be... it is really this; a time to look at what Christ did for us, to look at that little child in a manger, and remember God's infinite, unquenchable, and incomprehensible love for us... something I should do more often. For me... there can't be anything that is greater than this truth. God loves us... He really does, and He really sent His Son.
Yay! (I know, anticlimactic right?)
Christmas, 2000-and-eight years ago this man/God/Savior of the World was born, in a manger, to a lady named Mary. This man/God/Savior of the World; well, He was no ordinary child... He was part of the triune God in the flesh.
I wonder what it was like? If there was a slight breeze that night, the normality of life for Mary and Joseph? Maybe Mary was in pain that whole day; I mean labor is labor and having a child is no easy task. It is crazy to think that Joseph probably had his hands quite full, telling Mary to "breathe... in.... out.... big breaths". I wonder about the people walking by, minding their own business. For them it was just another day.
I wonder what thoughts were running through the heads of Mary and Joseph and those who had been fortunate enough to know of the coming savior... the one who was profesied? I wonder if they had any idea of what was to come?
It's crazy to think that on an ordinary night an extraordinary event took place. "God became flesh and dwelt among us." "He took the form of a man." From then that child, who was born on such a naturally ordinary night, became the Savior of the World.
It's amazing to think that God, the Father; He that is completely sovereign, complete truth, completely, completely in control took that form on that night. It is crazy to think that God loves us so much that He would send His Son into the World, ultimatelly, to die for us that we might once again be restored unto Him in His grace.
For me, I have lost a lot of the magical feelings I felt when I was younger... waking up early on Christmas to open presents from some unknown, magical character. Things have changed a little. I found it kind of different this year... it is weird, I really didn't feel that much like it was Christmas at all until God reminded me a little bit... maybe what I have missed almost every year before.
Regardless of what Christmas is played up to be... it is really this; a time to look at what Christ did for us, to look at that little child in a manger, and remember God's infinite, unquenchable, and incomprehensible love for us... something I should do more often. For me... there can't be anything that is greater than this truth. God loves us... He really does, and He really sent His Son.
Yay! (I know, anticlimactic right?)