This year has gone by way too fast. When Thanksgiving rolled around, I was still trying to get used to the fact that we weren’t spending our days at the pool anymore. And now, Christmas is right around the corner. Wouldn’t it be nice to stop the clock and the deadlines in the business of this season and think about all the events that were taking place so many years ago…
Crimson shades of tattered white, a moonless night yet all is bright.
An ordinary man who had a dream, of impossible things, or so it seemed.
A child bride, a mere servant girl, carrying a baby that would change the world.
Two relatives startling an unborn Son, only to prove what had actually begun.
A cousin, set apart to lead the King’s way, to turn back hearts that have gone astray.
An order to travel to one’s own town, a difficult journey with a belly so round.
They could stay in the stable or so they were told, each innkeeper said all the rooms had been sold.
Shepherds and wise man each brought a gift, to lay at His feet our sins He would lift.
The King of all kings was born in a manger, humbled and quiet did his parents realize the danger?
A king afraid of losing reign, a baby born to carry the pain.
A spirit of death upon the earth, what Man has come with second birth?
A Godly man holds The Christ, warning Mary that there will be a price.
A prophetess sees God’s Salvation, and spreads the hope to a desperate nation.
A mother pondering all things in her heart, God’s Son would bring joy, but first torn apart.
His life lived for only one reason, He’s why we celebrate this Christmas season.
A baby born, to live to die, it’s tempting to ask the question why?
His story doesn’t stop at His birth, He died on the cross to give our lives worth.
But our story doesn’t end at His grave, He’s risen again our souls He can save.
So let us bow down our lives to give, we need to die to fully live.
Ruth Bell Graham says it well, “This is Christmas – the real meaning of it. God loving, searching; giving Himself – to us. Man needing; receiving, giving himself – to God. Redemption’s glorious exchange of gifts! Without which we cannot live; Without which we cannot give to those we love anything of lasting value. This is the meaning of Christmas – the wonder and the glory of it.”