The reason the Son of God appeared was to destroy the works of the devil. 1 John 3:8.
If you want to give a gift to God this Christmas, relinquish your efforts to earn His favor, and submit to His gift. Stop efforting towards being perfect and realize your inability, and worship Him for His grace and Mercy.
My Lord’s birth brings me to tears because of what it represents:
It is the most humble story ever told. The King of Kings, the Lord of Lords, the Prince of Peace, the All-Mighty, the All-knowing, the Creator of all things loves us enough to bring final restoration to our relationship with Him. And how does He do it? He doesn’t choose a grand castle or large estate mansion. No, He who is fully deity, clothes himself in humanity and entered this world through a young, unassuming girl, in a manger, next to cattle, donkey’s and sheep.
He deserved the grandest “birth announcement” and celebration. But instead, He was surrounded by a few lowly shepherds, smelly and clueless, his Mom and his adoptive earth father. He was swaddled in stable blankets… not the softest and cleanest money could buy.
He came so that He could die. He was born so that He could die. He spent 30 years waiting to do three years of ministry that would lead to His death. He had one purpose. One goal. One focus.
That one purpose was me. You. That we would realize, despite our greatest efforts, we would never be worthy of God’s presence. Afterall He is “Holy, Holy, Holy.” He requires perfection because He is just. But, we will never attain such thing. But He loves us.
He doesn’t want to force us to love Him in return, after all, that isn’t true love. So He gives us the choice to seek what we think is best for ourselves or to follow Him. And, so, we choose the path that seems right to us, and sin is born. This sin, undealt with, destroys us. And so, He doesn’t merely lower the standards, as we humans would do, instead He most humbly and generously, sends Himself to pay for our debts! He knows that if His Holiness demands perfection, then He is the only possible ransom. All so we can dwell with Him once again. He loves us enough, that He dies on our behalf.
And the tears flow, my hands raised to the heavens. How could I not humbly praise Him for all this underserved, unconditional love.
Despite my best efforts, I fall flat on my face regularly. I choose selfishness over other-centeredness. I choose the temporary things over the eternal things. I care too much about what the world cares about and too little about the things that matter most to Him. But I do not have to be bound by guilt or shame! Because He has forgiven me, He has died for those sins and the ones to come, and welcomes me to an abundant life with Him. Right here. Right now.
And, so, the Christmas season, always has me in this state of “near-tears” as I dwell on what the Christ-babe represents. I pray, you too, will take the time to be still, close your laptop, mute your phone, pause from online shopping, break from pinning Christmas decorations to impress your guests, and focus on Him. Give Him that one gift. The gift of Your complete and udder focus, dwelling on what He did for you by bringing His Son to earth. Fully God yet fully human.
– Alison Treadaway