As I sit here and ponder Christmas, another year older another Christmas morning richer, my mind keeps wondering back to Bethlehem some 2000 years ago.I’m sure you have been over the Christmas story a thousand times by now, but I want to take a few moments as the Christmas holiday winds down to take a deeper look at the day we all know and love.
Gifts have become such a large part of our culture in terms of Christmas. We get up at ungodly hours of the morning to take advantage of black Friday sales the day after Thanksgiving (and don’t think twice to rundown the person trying to take the last whatever it is on our list), we hustle and bustle and sometimes even rack up a few credit card bills to make sure the ones we love are able to experience the best gifts we can give them.
Our kids and grandkids often find themselves on our minds even more so this time of year, and it is no secret that most of us are willing to go the extra mile to see joy on their faces.
But looking at the first Christmas morning it makes me wonder what was on God’s mind when He decided to unveil the first Christmas celebration and scare some poor shepherds half to death in the process.
I will tell you exactly what was on His mind. It’s not fancy or deep. Heck it’s not even remotely mind-blowing.
It was You.
It was Me.
Plainly put it was His kids.
And don’t think for a second that He didn’t max out heaven in order to give us the opportunity to experience the joy of salvation. Before there were ever ribbons, bows and wrapping paper God Himself wrapped the hope of the world in swaddling clothes and gave Him to us so that we might live.
The greatest Christmas gift ever given had nothing to do with Wisemen, frankincense, gold or myrrh. Nope, the idea had little to do with the men from the east. In fact their gifts were merely reciprocal of the fact that they realized that they had just been given the ultimate gift.
So what’s the point? (Like you can make one out of things far to great to fully understand.) Well I guess another example is the best way to go.
When I was about 11 or 12 years old I think I learned the value of a gift more than ever before. I was raised to appreciate everything ever given to me large or small, but when you are a kid when does it really sink in?
This particular year my dad, a self-employed entrepreneur who had just started out on a new business injured his back so badly that he needed surgery almost immediately. As you can imagine when you are the owner, operator and sole proprietor of a freshly birthed business and you are no longer filling most of those roles that finances run low and stresses run high.
My dad was laid-up for months as he healed, and all of it happened right before the holidays. I watched quietly as my heroes put on their red capes and sacrificed and prayed till it hurt to watch. Some how, some way, my parents gave their kids a Christmas morning.
Whether they knew it or not I saw my parents let go of things they loved to make a way for me to experience life at its fullest. But that Christmas morning the boy that loved gifts fell in love with the givers in a way that can only come from understanding what it took to give that gift.
It was the most humbling day of my life to look my parents in the eye and receive a gift from them knowing what it took for them to do it. There was never a greater Christmas in the last 26 years. There have been Christmases before and since where we have received more, but never one that I was given a greater gift.
For the first time I understood my parent’s love, and it caused me to adore them like it was an honor to be in the same room with them. Still to this day there is a bond that was formed that Christmas that has yet to go away. I just want to serve them, give them everything I can because some how their love made a way where there was no way and never asked for anything in return but my love.
Much the same way God looked on us with the same love and determination on a cold night some 2000 years ago and saw that their was no way for us to experience eternal life.
Through His perfect sacrifice He took what mattered to Him more than anything else and He gave it to us so that we might know His love for us.
He hasn’t asked us for anything more than to accept it. Much the same way my parents gave to my sister and I that Christmas without asking for anything but to accept their gifts, God has offered us something far more valuable than what meets the eye.
He loved us enough to give us His only Son, that whoever would believe on Him would receive everlasting life.
So this Christmas as you stop to take a moment to ponder the meaning of this day. I hope that you can come to the point that I did as a kid when I realized what it took to make Christmas possible. I hope it makes you fall in love with Him. I hope it puts a new desire in you to serve Him just because of what He has done for you. It took more than you think to make Christmas possible. So come, let us adore Him for the gift that made Christmas possible for us. The Ultimate Gift; Jesus Christ.






