So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."
Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.""
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God. Come to earth in human form. Born into this filthy, wretched, disgusting, mess of a planet that we call home...in a stable nonetheless. There were no trained doctors to bring him into the world. No sterile delivery room. Only a dirty...feeding trough...filled with soiled hay for bedding. His first visitors were humble shepherds.
And yet...
A star announced his birth. Kings attended him with gifts fit for a king. Angels heralded his coming. Prophets foretold his birth.
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He was raised in a humble family. A carpenter. A common working man. He had to do his chores. Take out the garbage. Sweep the floors.
And yet...
His mother was told by angels that she would be blessed. His carpenter's hands would be the hands that would change the world. His chores were not ordinary chores...after all, he was always "about his father's business".
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He had no home. He spent his days with the outcast of society. Tax collectors. Prostitutes. "Sinners". He spent 3 years of his life on earth wandering like a nomad from town to town. One day he was exalted as a messiah...the next day he was scorned as a criminal. He was convicted for a crime that he never committed. A crown of thorns was pressed into his head. The blood dripped down...and no one was there to wipe it up. He was nailed hand and foot to a rough wooden cross. He was raised alongside two criminals. The ENTIRE sin of ALL humanity was placed upon him. God the father himself turned his face away. He was totally outcast, totally rejected...totally cut off from God. He died. He was placed in a borrowed tomb.
And yet...
He did it willingly. For you. For me. For all humanity. He defied death itself. He was God in the flesh.
"In him was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it." - John 1:4-5
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You can say Christmas is about giving. You can say it is about a fat man in a red suit. You can say it is about being selfless. You can say Christmas is about a nativity. You can say it is about unity, peace for all men. You can say Christmas is about shepherds. Angels. Three wise guys. Joseph. Mary. A baby in a manger.
You can say all these things but you'd just be missing the point.
When all the dust settles, Christmas isn't really about any of these things. Christmas is about one thing.
GOD. I AM. JEHOVAH.
The creator of the universe, the king of kings, the Lord of Lords became human flesh. And he did it out of love. Love that shook the world. The-kind-you-can't-buy-in-the-store kind of love. He gave everything he had...his very life...so that we could have another chance. A chance we don't even deserve.
That's one heck of a Christmas present.
You see Christmas isn't something that you can put your hands on. You can't buy it or sell it. You can't hang it up in a department store window or auction it on eBay.
Christmas is all in the heart.
In our hearts. It's Love. God's love. Come to us in a baby in a manger. And it's good.
(As a side note...my inspiration for this post came from Steven Curtis Chapman's song "Christmas is all in the heart". Give it a listen if you get a chance.)