We all know that Jesus wasn’t born in winter because the shepherds were in the fields. So who’s the brilliant person that put it only four days after the shortest day of the year! I need as many minutes as I can get. I appreciate all the pretty lights and music, so why does South America get the long days for Christmas while we get the short ones?
Don’t get me wrong, I love all the good wishes whenever they come. My family went to dinner and the very young and foreign-born waitress commented to me at checkout, “At first I thought you were young, but then I kept looking.” We all laughed. I told her, “If you want to make great tips, just stop at the ‘young’ comment.” But I’m thankful that my biggest problems are that I have too much to eat and gravity is starting to have its way with my face. There are so many suffering, truly in danger and brokenhearted, and that’s why Christmas is more than pretty and festive. It’s hope. A world without Jesus would be a terrible place indeed. He really came. He really died. History bears that out. And if He never rose, a whole lot of people didn’t talk, and they suffered horrible deaths for a lie.
We race through our lives these days, without a second thought for eternity. Until somebody dies, or has a terminal illness, or a tragedy takes our breath away. The reason we have joy and kindness and HOPE is because the God of all creation loved us so much that He left heaven, came to earth, and paid the full price for our sins. Then, best of all, He conquered death by rising. That cute baby in a manger is King of Kings, owns the cattle on 10,000 hills, and He loves ME. And YOU. This is the best story I will ever tell because it’s true. May you have hope, love, and the merriest of Christmases!