“Wait a second,” you say.
“The true meaning of Christmas? Aren’t you getting your holidays mixed up?”
No. I wrote what I wrote,
and I’m sticking to it.
Christmas isn’t about
gifts or decorations or family dinners. It is about the birth of a baby who was
fully God and yet fully man—about God’s only Son humbling Himself and becoming
like me (except without sin, which is a HUGE difference).
But the baby we celebrate
at Christmas came with a special mission. Although He came to live among us for
a while, His ultimate purpose was to die a painful and dishonorable death. A
death He didn’t deserve—but we do. A death followed by a resurrection that He
deserved—but we don’t. Or, to put it in Sunday School terms, Jesus died on the
cross to save us (me and you) from our sins. But death wasn’t the end. It
couldn’t hold Him, and it won’t hold us. Jesus’ resurrection is proof that He
is God, and it assures me that I will live eternally with Him.
I don’t understand why
God chose to do things this way, but I’m grateful He did.
If Christ had not come to
earth as a baby, we would have no reason to celebrate Easter.
That’s why the true
meaning of Christmas is Easter.
CHRIST IS RISEN!
HE IS RISEN INDEED!
ALLELUIA!
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This is a reprint from
April 5, 2010.
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