This year Christmas has hit me in a knew way. There has not been some revelation of the true meaning of Christmas or this new found generous Spirit, but a deeper understanding of the story. A story that started far before the birth of Jesus. A story that prepared, pointed to, alligned, and constructed the purpose of his will. To that very day the birth of Jesus.
The birth of Jesus is a story of so much sacrafice. A God who sent his son no longer in his Godly but in flesh. He knew his son would experience so much pain, suffering, and sorrow. He knew there would be a day he would have to forsake his son.
Jesus had it all at the right hand of the creator of the universe. He stepped down knowing what some day would lie ahead. He stepped into a life of loss, torment, aches, pains, a life of so little. He gave up everything so we could have something.
On that day a child was born. In a manger, in Bethlehem from the line of David, by a virgin. All the signs were there. All of history pointed to this moment. Israel... God's nation, his hand picked missed it, their king.. Why? They were looking for something else. Most of us would be broken. Thousands slaughtered, the King of the people (Herod) tormented the nation. The pain it must have caused God to look down on a nation that was so close, but yet so far away. We all would have been broken.
Years later the time has come to make your mark on the world. Jesus chooses his disciples, his followers his friends. For three years he pours out his life in teachings, healings, love, kindness, prayer and fasting. He most often was received with betrayel, arrogance, selfishness, stubborness cowardness, fear, and he was unwelcomed. We would have been broken. The ones closest to him the light did not click till he was long gone. The very law he gave his people to give them freedom they used to bring his death. We would have been broken. The people you loved most were asked to have your back, to pray, to carry. The simple task swept away. We would have been broken.
The nation you prepared this moment for, who for months praised and cried out in wonder called out begged for the murderer to be released and you to be crucified. We would have been broken. You are calld to carry the hate, the harm, the pain of the world on your shouders and to do it alone. We would have been broken.
The Christmas Story rings true everyday. Everyday we have a decision to make. Will I step into the story. Will I let my brokenness be mended. Will I choose to no longer be broken by the world. Will I choose to be lifted up surrounded And engulfed by God's love. The Christmas Story isn't just a reminder it's an example. An example we are asked to follow. Follow a man that put aside his life to give us life. Will we forsake what the world trys to offer us and let complacency, greed, selfishness, pride and unforgivenness eventuallyl break us. Or will we stand in a story that started long ago and has brought us to this moment. For we know the TRUTH and we know who are KING is and how the war ends. Are brokenness is forever mended. We are unbroken.
Thank you for taking the time to read a little of what is on my heart. I more than welcome you to share, pass it on, leave comments. Ask questions and let it stir the soul. You are worth it.
