Christmas Day is now a lot different for Darla and I. Lying in bed this morning, I thought back to the days when our boys were little: stealthy footsteps in the hallway, excited whispers as they wondered if we were awake, shouts of joy as we spoke to them and the lights turned on. They all knew that the march toward the opening of presents had begun. (We are looking forward to celebrating Hurley Christmas today, however, it won’t begin until 11 am, which makes it much easier on the sleep cycle.)
As much as things have changed, one constant remains: the reason we celebrate this day. The celebration of Christmas takes place because Light, Life and Hope entered the world through the baby born. Everything changed when Jesus was born in Bethlehem. The countdown to the cross was initiated and the One who was going to defeat death forever was delivered into the hands of a young mother and father.
How scary this event must have been for Mary; being away from her mother and family at this critical time. How overwhelming for Joseph as he was faced with the daunting task of helping deliver a baby (which his job as a carpenter would have ill-equipped him to handle). As challenging as this task was for the two of them, they were never more safe, for they were held tightly in the hands of God. I picture all of heaven bending down in breathless anticipation as God entered the world in the flesh. The Answer had been given, the King had come!
Listen to what John had to say about this event: “The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.” John 1: 14
Have a Merry Christmas as you enjoy celebrating the birth of God’s Son.