Christmastime is that time of the year that can stir up all manner of emotions. For some, it’s the most wonderful time of the year. For others, it’s the complete opposite. And then for some, they fall somewhere in the middle. I think I’m in the middle. I’m not a Grinch, but I’m no Cindy Lou Who either.
That’s what happens when you don’t have family during the holidays. I’m honestly okay with it, but it doesn’t necessarily make the holidays something to be desired. The older I get, I want to focus more on the true meaning of Christmas and not get wrapped up in all the hoopla or any sort of expectations. I simply want the Holy Spirit to rest on this season and make it come alive like never before.
I’ve been reflecting on some verses that surround the birth of Jesus — verses that have totally brought a freshness to an age-old story.
“And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen His glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.” (John 1:14)
The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit have always been. Before the beginning of creation, they were. Before the fall of man, God had a plan of redemption for us. There would be a sinless sacrifice that would bring forgiveness and redemption to all who would accept it.
This beautiful sacrifice would be a tangible reminder of God’s love for us and His desire to be in communion with us forever. In Heaven, Jesus sits at the right hand of the Father. The fullness of God’s glory is there. There is unceasing praise ringing out in the heavens. It’s a place of perfection in every way.
And yet, Jesus came. He left there, to come here, for us. He knew there was no other way. So, He came, wrapped in flesh. He was fully God and fully man. He was acquainted with all of our sorrows. He dwelt with us in every sense of the word. He didn’t have to come, but He did and He still does . . . ALWAYS.
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